sitting in Union Square…watching America go-by…walking on stilts…juggling bowling pins…howling at a yellow moon haunting Manhattan…yet i have no fear…

not scared of homeboys…zombies… speed-freaks… spice girls…junkies…poets…pawns…preachers…protesters…runaways…roustabouts…and those that have gone to ruin…take it in…take it all in…

listening to the gospel of Kerouac…sermons from the road…leading me…leading me…follow the mystic’s path…

hearing words spoken over jazz riffs…the myths… the myths…eyeballing America…face to face…she ain’t backin’ down…

I want a clean fight…follow my directions…when I say break…break…watch the clinching…now…go to your corners and await the bell…good luck…

no longer in cornfields…nor smelling sweet alfalfa as evening falls…in Midwestern hamlets where a god punishes…and there is fear…

this is not a new England…just one of old…with bloodlines and bank accounts praised daily at an alter made long ago…by Puritans…right…

sitting in Union Square…watching America before me…always before me…

ding-ding…