algebra

past lexington where they sell
couches for the beautiful people 20
yards away at Park ave near 11 identical
faux-gourmet delis and the
7 or so Halal trucks so close they could
wave to one another a stone's throw from mickeydee's and
madison housing the smell of charcoal
chicken skewers wafting almost delicate through 90
hairstyles and patterned identification pirouettes painted
on 36 casually insecure women commanding salon identities with
each concrete saunter invitation to 10 unashamed stares emanating
from couriers confident suits and starbucking lifers walking on
5th ave without thinking about walking on 5th ave i steal 5
minutes for an unpaid cigarette musing luck under 2 ladders
beneath infinite immortal indiscriminate scaffolding carcasses for the
endless construction of ceaseless manhattan material in the
shadow of el loco junkman pushing his daily scrap cart nodding
proudly at 3 doormen and clouds tease rain above 9 office monkeys dreaming
the same lottery comfort food fantasy and 1 minute to go i am
trying to inhale something permanent in a city that is always
changing and breathing
years
out i am trying to exhale something
transitive and inhaling unadulterated flatiron air i am
trying to do the
math