A New York Poem

In new york, from a roof top in chinatown, one can see the syphi bridges and aisles of buildings where there are more miles of short cuts and alternative takes than there are miles davis alter takes. There is a white girl who looks hojacked with feeling in her glittering jacket and her boots that look made of dinosaur skin. And r is saying to her, i love you. Again and again. That's how i think of new york. Someone jonesing for grace, jones the party and someone jonesed for grace. I cannot believe anyone is threatened by me in new york,. not every one is forgiven.