Category Archives: Lying on the Street

Lying on the Steet: Spring Chrome

(a response to Bill Cunningham)

The view is still quite colorless from down here.

Many depressed by a harsh winter hope to find solace

in the color of spring

but for some it comes too late.


You can see geometric patterns in the their dress, but holes are still black

material worn thin like our spirits–from a winter so harsh

it formed slits in the only clothing we have–

longitudinal vents that expose our flesh to the cold and waver

striped like bar codes.


The asphalt crumbles under our feet.

They step over and around us inconvenienced by the potholes

pocking our mattress—that is the pavement.

I’m sorry it disrupts their walks and rides,

those commutes in sacred carriages.


Pieces of chrome glisten

in debris fields here alongside the curb

and in mountains far away;

shards of mirror–reflections of humanity

in a thawing paradise

most of us will visit only in our dreams.


Lying on the Street: In Blue Ice

  They step over us on salted slushy streets with cobalt coats, icy blue eyes and sapphire rings scarves match the color of our crystal not mysterious because it’s dark; black and blue, neither swollen nor bruised our genitals ache from loneliness–bluer than the deepest sea Continue Reading

Mad Hatters

Lying on the Street (My Response to Bill Cunningham) Mad Hatters Suddenly the city is inundated with an invasion of guys in corrupted fedoras, strutting around as if they stepped off the set of C movies; descendants of the gangs of New York, extras from old remakes of the Thomas Crown affair. Some seem pushed… Continue Reading

Prison Stripes

Lying on the Street (My Response to Bill Cunningham) Prison Stripes This week a lot of New Yorkers and some Native Americans have combined their Afghans with the prison garb they gathered from EBay. I see stripes and blankets wrapped around solitary figures of all shapes and sizes, wide as mobile homes and tall as… Continue Reading