“That is God / A shout James Joyce
in the street.”
“That is God / A shout
Where angels come from
we have yet to discover –
some say hell
some say los angeles.
on houston street
there is an angel born every
minute while a little grey
man fights with rats for
remains of frozen dinners.
it is hot
it is summer
a band of puerto rican boys shoot
footballs into baskets
a woman spreads in black mass
of torn wool on sidewalk –
she has made this street
crimes of passion are sold at newsstands
as sickness is a dream of health
abused by repetition.
I cross against the light
I can taste sweat of construction workers
on tenement walls
the man next to me talks to himself
about death squads and eviction notices.
in close apartments we spawn intestate
buildings – buildings that expand
and contract like confiscated lungs.
on soto street a boy shows me his stripes
one for every life taken while he
stuffs plump strawberries
into his mouth little grey men
tango with gravity
where passion of otis redding
plays I hide
on bleecker streets behind fresh
who took the civil
out of civilization waiting to cross where
angels come from
passion of otis
Causes Jayne Stahl Supports
Free Speech, human rights, and abolition of the death penalty.