BOWERY AFTERNOON

Drab discoloration

Of faces, façades, pawn-shops,

Second-hand clothing,

Smoky and fly-blown glass of lunch-rooms,

Odors of rancid life...

Deadly uniformity

Of eyes and windows

Alike devoid of light...

Holes wherein life scratches —

Mangy life

Nosing to the gutter's end...

Show-rooms and mimic pillars

Flaunting out of their gaudy vestibules

Bosoms and posturing thighs...

Over all the Elevated

Droning like a bloated fly.