Least Read Poems About the City

I’m the dimly lit alley,
the grit born of the sidewalks and
asphalt, an uneasy feeling, a city breeze
that whispers something bad is going
to happen

Come and see…

Racing rapidfire across the way                  
out of that dust bowl blaze                    
melted onto 5th street        
rustled into the Sand n Sage.                  
& so it is that i am become this burnt toast earth                  
a slab of pale beefsteak sizzling away                    
as the brain sweats yesterday out                  
this whole town, it occurs to me,                  
looks as if it is                    
one large abandoned                    
dogeared rooftop,                   ...

Reconsecration

Glasses stained in Stygian windows
With leopard spot rims for predatory effect
Met with sanguine lipstick heat

Her flaming kiss
Is a nitro-glycerin palliative
For Soho heartaches gone mad

When her Greenwich Village tastes
Like poems on all gallows night
That sing for her last supper

When slumlords hang
A no-vacancy brand of fascism  
On the rookery gates to skid row

While the arterial Cathedral
For her sacramental corpuscles
Is reconsecrated to Aphrodite