Tuesday, June 2, 2009

When a live wire lights little metal rail right

When a marvel of engineering steered me clear in to the plight

Right before the bodegas open, after the peak of night before the paper's delivered

I sat on the corner and sparked a light

The same corner I perched when I zone dropped on the block first

At almost 5 o'clock watching for sun spots or store clerks

Alone spot, almost kinda like the zone was forgot

As if the grid had been reset and couldn't catch to the clock

Or the stoop was stuck in the past a half-minute and I sat in it

With a loosie Newpy drift out of my lips, taste; half minted

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