Trash Dash: Manhattan
Trash dash on a two hour meter
A ham and cheese croissant and pilfer
Your heart which has grown fibrous —
Dry and cleansed of particulate love —
Full of granular lunacy and roiling
Pathic are your howls as I leverage
My full weight on you
Heat hurt hate
“Well, while I’m here I’ll
do the work—
and what’s the work?
To ease the pain of living.
Everything else, drunken
— Allen Ginsberg / “Memory Gardens”