brown pigeons crap on the hollow sidewalk

the old Chinese woman waves her hand

wills their Jackson Pollock orchestrations

by feeding them week aged beef stir fried fare

the gin and tonic mixture of my youth

roughly flows through decrepit portal veins

fifty-year old girl tells me what she wants

easy with my ductus deferens

sip a drink of shame no olive in sight

politely decline her proposition

of five spot love while i wonder away

from Magdalene of little Italy

strolling towards the ragazzo mios

void of all holy penance in this world

briscula my only love lady fair

death walks quickly on J Pershing square