Cerebral Homies
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At ludlow street
behind Katz's,
empty pastrami barrels line up
and drunken city bums piss
on back alley brick seams

If you come by
look for the dragon boyz,
and the blue bird dudes
or ask Tony's father
as he wheelchairs by
with plastered chemo-grin

My friend amigo brother
what I have seen
with fingers dripping
asbestos and chlorine

There, there the girl
who lost her voice in the park
and yellow cabs curb fitting.
How can they be so scary?

My god,
the morning gymnastics
of old Chinese
in the park that was not
but I found myself in

I sure can see
Jeff's army boots
were rain hit
under street light
while tapping the sidewalk
coke dancing

I did not see
my best friend getting shot.
Him and some New Hampshire chickens
and Rudy, the granma robber
who wore shaky Mike's jacket

We fucked the punk
me, Eric and his father
then given drug sermons
by the Colombian lords
that exchange bundles
for virginities

Since then
my breath smells like old garbage
and my body odor comes
from urban after rain street slime
and police chasing perspiration

Yo, yo, yo
Get Laundromat, see 20/20, do the Nasty
so later knuckled, ringed fingers
can pinch abused flesh that
crackle dances and gives in
counting two fingered arm slaps

I usually eat some shit
off Berta's dishes
she does them after giving handjobs
to unwashed street dudes
spending their lunch money

Then I sleep to the rhythm of Gene's pick
extending his underground space
let dizzy butterflies show the way
for I have swam a sea of tar
surface grazed with the mad
while the dragon boyz deal
blue bird, blue bird, my friend amigo
I'll sniff and pinch ya in the bathroom dusk
and cook in spoons the serum of truth

Fotios, 17 August 2002