sidebrow

Still

This city


is my relationship


touched by human hands

no one understands that


understands that when I take


a picture


but I do


take a step

the step you take

with you

on the bottom of your shoe


take the stairs


create the patina

placed by human hands


each brickplaced

there is no machine for this


yet


walk over the bullshit too


look in at empty lots

MOTHER etched in the sidewalk

men play alley craps with

lives


the abandoned

dilapidated


she’s not there


the shadows pass between

buildings downtown

a blimp appears



torn down


by human hands

weeds peek through


rubble piles

forgotten

remains


marquee letters hanging

telephone ringing


one side of the theater blown out


ringing


a sports broadcast coming from an open window

through the screen and down the front stoop

decades ago


step over

the bull

shit

ringing


how many rings does it take to topple a building?


just stop

wherever you are

lie down and go to sleep



or walk until you drop



what keeps some from this and not others?

to stopto drop by


MY PLACE: Spanish & Italian Foods est. 1953

a line out the door


it comes down

the buildings come down


clouds come back


where does it go?


the trash


How it is now