Ruminations

The city is here
playing the scene of wondertown
as always
I just walk around it
from stride to stride
while its death has been proclaimed since its beginning
before the iroquois
dutch architects
english traders
don draper
bret easton ellis
ralph ellison
dr. jonathan golob
your favorite deejays
some catholic priests
your ex partners
philly folks
cali heads
midwest boys
miami mujeres
but the end never seems in sight
mr. softee whistles
duke ellington still takes the a train as a friendly ghost
central park glistens in the winter ice
i still live in the same building, same crib
same numbers
women still line up at 4 pm for the barney's warehouse sale
then slink into sweaty cabs at spring street
some buy parliaments first
one of them steals bit-o-honey
to put out her hunger
heard through her eyelash
sensed by the unsmitten
we love you for many reasons
they leave you for one reason
they can't hang

The Noise Doctors

Feedback of Chords
Going portal with the post-punk
Sending out white shrills
From the green pumps of Kim
The commissioner of feminism
The princess of dancing tonsils
Your Downtown Royal Highness
Who would fight Mr. Moore onstage
If he dared to sing on key
Daring to pretend
Their thrones had been conquered
But Drew and Fabrizio
Seeing the forest for the trees
Salute the greenery of our favorite rock botanicals
Since Kim and Thurston could eliminate them
With 10 minutes of blissful guitar dissonance
Clearing the skies of acid rain
Hamptons excursions and drunken nights at Quo
Whoa, dude
I’m like, cured