BLUE COUP D’ETAT

Broadway sky awash with pigeon wings coursing uptown blocks criss crossed diagonals
flowers spread on cold november wind
a feather petal plucked and spinning impossibly slow
oblivious dead grace
luke warm bronze rust shadows tired and treaded
hard halo sun blind windshields
chrome corroded bicycle bars and plastic baby carriages pushed by squinting young mothers
gangs of puffy northface jacket hombres stand in rows between chicken bones and bar-b-q smeared paper plates
ground into the sidewalk like painted eyes
shining lips
red nail sunrise ghetto fabulous firehydrant rivers and
spring squirrels with big balls swelling pregnant nights give long pink sunsets to the river
twisting light fantastical rhythms dropped and vanished ephemeral opera tenement dark summer morning
nearly drowned by racing cars bridge popping smog window fans and humid sensitive horns
sweaty sheets dream of a city submerged
teaming with life and fearfully rotten to the core