A few lines composed upon sketching the dingy view from my chair and table in the basement laundry while waiting for my shirts to dry on the evening of 14 July, 2010
(20 Dongan Place, New York, New York)
I can see the sweat
In the Gold Bond walls
Shored thick in Mexican labor;
Great stacks of yellow pound cake
Sloppily set in greasy guilt revealed!
So, the stock exchange is near you or Goldman Sachs?
ReplyDeleteDeep thoughts from New York indeed. (-:
None of the above ... I'm actually much closer to the ghetto! :)
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