Edward Bujans Goose Village for Danny Licul and FKR I. tumblin' brown paperbags, bacchanal Yelps halo 8th street headshops sull'n lampost shado' spat- sidewalk empty he viles bobbin' curbside, emaciated sax-o-PHO-nist Coltrane's ... BLOATED EARS, Gray's Papaya braying moth-white light upon leatherbajabohemianbell- bottom freaks jostlinghotdogs&grapesodas. doped whore gyrates jaundice skin in the Square 'erb perched on raisin-pupil eyes, 'erb swollenmilkbreastcloud strangled under the Arch, blackblackblack hair pale faced platform-shoe skeleton girl swaggers stumbles wretches her pink Long Island stomach against the shattered park's pavement, SCREAMing marblednotebook kid atop bench pumpin' goose poetry gospel smack needle/missile pierces a purple-ebon forearm (ah), latino gesticulating mambos solitaire BaggyBeBopBoys'BoxBeBopsBeats, greasyhippie strums threestringed guitar in waterless fountain, knife ... scarletcoke ... narc punctured SIRENNN SIRENSIREN SIRENNN panic laughter silence nightstick'cuffwalkietalkiestatic "Cops" "Stoops ... Cops" II. "The MAN," hiding verse, stoli & J's beneath our jackets, we grope out of the shoe-boxpark's darkness -- round insidious rain weathered towers and squirming into a concrete wound hop sentinel turnstiles to fall asleep on a 7 train clattering towards the outskirts of the metropolis Blood Ties "Dios mio!" mom eyes swollen boys busted lip SORPRENDIDAR hacking clutches propel him toward flor atomized breasts ahogando his gasping whispers "Tranquilo nino ... ya, ya ... Tranquilito" her rehearsed apple-red lips snap hurriedly stiletto bruised fingers churn midnight scalp's eddies as her Caribbean-thighs pressed punctured by whittled greased hands deflate spewing correntes de sangre pummeling her bodega bought frayed stockings pintando her cigarette eaten seaman ringed skirt, sangre, running along the eaves of bruised buttocks coagulating w/ oldman liquor & sangre, grinning spittle silhouetting her cenos' swollen nipples protruding beneath a taut tank-top like angry fists, constant reminders of his genesis cansado My eyes beckon night to arrive to see the world halt its run they're tired ... sad so c'mon darkness spread your ebony blanket upon the heavens and end the sun's jest