Cannonball Statman
positively jersey street
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From under 4th Street,
John S. Hall floats up the light river over the living room,
into the half-eaten ear of a perennial lush;
every day, I quaked like a death raga,
riveted by the arriving flesh-scent
of lost men.
Every man in New York City has conduct disorder;
everyone is shwasted by 9.
WOOF!
I am a channel!
I'm walking up East Houston Street,
and channeling an angel!
Excuse me!
Do you know the way
to the library?!
You know; the library
on Jersey Street!
You know; it's an alley!
But it's a street!
I am a channel!
I'm channeling an angel,
and walking up East Houston Street!