Addicts talkin smack….
Everywhere in this city….the smells of herb….blunts burning….kids will be kids….
Speedballs….k2…..poppers…..meth….scripts too….everything must go…..passing the savings onto you…..

Skinny….strung-out…..talkin’…. mumbling…..yelling at the invisible behind corners….back alleys….the men’s room at Tompkins Square…Union Square….gotta dollar?

She said my poetry was dark…..well…..it’s gettin’ pretty dark out here…..observe and report…..observe and report….that’s all a poet can do….

Tell the truth…..America wouldn’t want it any other way…..we truly are divided into winners and losers….and I have lost…..

Thank God…..