at island's end
spuyten deevil

planes & trains
crash the silence

of my electronic
ear muffed

walk man
tuned to wwbr

the market rises
the tides out

a stray bird
picks thru

sparse waste
each face

of the stranger
has a sharper cut

i can't blot out
the poster

of the dead jogger
whose  image stared

at me limping round
tompkins sq.

the battery's down
who's up
tulip petals
on her grave

poet honor
the yng & brave....



2:00...cafe con leche..with sweet & low...flan...dense watermelon..4 lbs for a buck..18 lbs...drn..6/12/04