Ashed forehead, silver
chains and diamond cross.
Bumping off the bus,
singing to his own personal jesus.
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Hooped male earrings,
poetry printouts and
double sided real estate floorplans.
Punks, hooded and Bowie-jeaned,
stroll through trees on the 86th crossstreet.
The sun sets, slowly,
on the tips of fifth avenue.
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