holiday

X

on
holiday

is nearly
vacant

except for the

protestors and the bums,

mixing in city lights
and
bathing in the fountains,

mouth to mouth

abridged in the gulf of the alleyway
trash hop,

going ga ga

with
zen

and la la

with
the closed shutters, boarded doors,
locked windows,

and singing shelters.

red

X
was
quoted:

"of all my grand disappointments,
disappointments of
the city,
disappointments of life,
of grandeur,
of nails and records, of
getting new,
not staying new, becoming new again,
and rolling over
into
new
pastures,

oh oh oh

I regret redheaded suspicions.

it means nothing,
of course,

but the phrase comforts me.

I am highly susceptible to
my losses
as
the lover of the city center,
granite,
composite glass and
de rigueur,
high highfaluting
opinion on whether or not to eat
the red light district
and
particulate the rather dry French
quarter.

give me my time inside the mill
of
either this
or
either that

and I will not unbecome the lotus
flower that
is
the insignia of a great enterprise left forgotten
and
failed.

no more redheads, until
I am content
with
all
the black centers, dumpsters, river
fonts,
destroyed chaotic go-gos,

and then I will unbecome again
and become
the

marvel of the city."


this of course is admission
to
great
gusto and wind,

adding up to a man flexing the muscles in his
hands
because they are non-possessive
and
sane and
safe.

burnnn

firefly
gypsies

Occupy

X's

center

gathering around the great big fire drum
with
chants of last war and last
time

collecting dead insects and tossing them into the pyre
along with
distant memories of when the city
could have been so

golden

the chained man

the chained
man

to all fame

is
locked at city's center

mouthing off of the great conspiracy to replace
the sky.

barnacle!
he calls,

bilge and byline!

he of the undelivered

soul

repents for you,
for
me,
for the children of the lampposts
and

for the library gargoyles curbing
the
four

corners of the city.

it is a necessity!
he

cries,
rattling
rattling, rattling
rattling
rattling, rattling rattling
rattling rattling, rattling rattling rattling
rattling rattling, rattling rattling rattling
rattling rattling rattling
.

last before

X

of desire,
the city,

the titan,
the thing or idea,

is round and hot
and
lives

briefly at the center of all
communication and travel;

love, too,

a lost building if it's
possible,

because things that
fall apart
are precious,

the more so if
their
ancient posture
is

all
but
forgotten

last before

X

of desire,
the city,

the titan,
the thing or idea,

is round and hot
and
lives

briefly at the center of all
communication and travel;

love, too,

a lost building if it's
possible,

because things that
fall apart
are precious,

the more so if
their
ancient posture
is

all
but
forgotten