Music:crown me king with chris rock- "tiger tiger woods ya'll"
the shadows of lamp-posts look like men standing in the middle of the street, & casting shadows themselves, little bouys, stalwart against squalls of automobiles. little boys, rapacious, feeding on intent & warm hearts. i am watching the smog in the sky brighten & wondering if the sun rises over prospect park from where i am. i am surpressing my gag reflex. i am echolalia, how do you do, i wear a bonnet & mary janes, a pinafore & drop dead lipstick, eyeliner that smudges in the rain. this is my friend echolocation. he wears black patent leather shoes & a smile that don't quit. he is an octopus, with pretty eyes.