Frankie the fag had a few…fingered in the process….the losses mounted….along with the drinks….

Some motherfucker done stole my purse, Frankie spewed in a Southern drawl to call all the boys ’round….

Once I’s  in love an’ it was a blast….,off pitch, out of key, the Queen of the vagabonds continued her duet with Debbie…..

Soon found out….had a heart of glass…

What you lookin’ at homeboy….you probably the thief…..I knows ’em when I see ’em…uh…uh.uh.uh.uh…, waved the pointer; accentuated at the end with a grinding dip of the hips….

Soon turned out….be a pain in da ass…Pardon me sir, Frankie said with snaps and claps, I am her royal highness….respect is due….

Listen girls….Do you believe in love? Well I got something to say ’bout it, now….the best of Madonna; Frankie’s fav……

Satin sheets are very romantic…..Come-on…..you believe in love?….
Boys…I’m gonna go all night….

Money gone…
A wallet waiting in a dumpster..
And a hangover as always.
Awakened in a metal chair….

Head covered-over, a crochet shawl made by his mother, smells of the night before throughout the drop in center….

Slow-moving, losses uncounted, the age-old question, What to do now?…..

Frankie the fag had a few….
Nothing new….

Like Frankie said…..
In Manhattan….it’s always a full moon….