A Poet’s Qualm

Garage sale on 5th Avenue.

A 10-cent bar with a million dollar view.

Coke is king and not just on the billboard.

Yellow cabs with transportive hues transport the mundane and magnificent

Birdseed crowds the showman’s dollar scuffle.

And he doesn’t get rich, but he gets, and he eats.

Prada shades hide shameful eyes. Distracting from boney thighs. Results of lies and chronic highs.

And sin doesn’t speak because it doesn’t have to—It can’t get a word in around you.

But the Times do, and does.

Tinnitus, is THAT the buzz? 

And though together in droves, everyone was alone. 5th avenue sold.