"tomorrow, i could be a different man"
i said to myself. then aloud:
"please bring me another drink"

summer on delancy street
and the puertarricannas insist on wearing that bright tight polyester
even past their third kid.
fat squeezing up out of the jeans
aces of diamonds on their nails
they thumb through the mushy yuca and oranges outside their dim delis
while the kids - in shirts down to their knees
and oversize hats have
far more style than ill ever have -
they buy generic cola and wonderbread
and slowly walk the pavement.

its summer on delancy
the women walk by endlessly,
in excruciating variety
exacerbating my dependancy
on the city i should be leaving now
with shoes and baubles and hair like - ...
libido is a panting dog
have to have them all, it says
and in my mind,
smiling weakly, slowly undressed
shuddering and crying out
with shoes and baubles and hair like - ...
naked in some dark corner
tied down somewhere darker
in my mind i have them all
in summer on delancy


big city, please stop,
but for now, its all so -
its all so
"

- Anonymous
from "Open Late: Best of American Urban Writing 2004"