24 august          6:15          macdougal street, manhattan

will later develop
into a scream or steam
heat, welt, mark, dollar, heart
unparalleled wingspan silver
without wings in cellophane
on 13th street

rain an hour shifts
distillations of
(lacking fifteens)
the story of Mick Jagger
as a young visual artist
sandwiched between baby blue
cat hair & the ford zephyr
hubcap wind kiteless, unsteep
& the sun sucked back into
itself & tacked to the wall
for loftier perusal.
there's all kinds of reasons
& slightly unsteady on the feet
slatted irons to see through to, still
photos, broken spines, a girl
got her hand busted & didn't even yell.