Sunday, May 28, 2017

day ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY NINE

corner of 19th avenue
and 78th street (brooklyn)

american flags
hang like cheap propaganda
from the big homes of champion philistines

as construction workers
tell tit jokes to the honking cars
in rush hour traffic

under the threat of rain
the spring sky smells like
smog and a vegetal death

as an obese pigeon shits
impressively on my shoulder and chin

all for good luck
i’ll later be told.

--John Grochalski

                                    


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