My Old Stomping at the Gramercy

I am back on 18^th Street

Near Bellows’ Gramercy garret

Full of warm fear of night

I am therefore

I hoof-it

Panthering about in the place of the Cat People

Near Irving Plaza

And I think of Warhol Star Andrea

Feldman who fell

And I remember her

And more or less this spot

An unknown genius

Thinking genius thoughts

Unknown

Walking on the song

of the long cobblestones

Down here in old New York.

Where the guys in the arts club drink their Manhattans

By the comfy fine fire and harrumph

And toast

To the progress of mankind

And painted boxers splatterings

Sick near death

Constantly ready to cry

But I am warm

With a certain happiness

Of having seen the Cat Girl in the dark

I remember Andrea buying a paper

Vogue and The Voice

And checking out

A few days later

But me I lived once more

To see the street again

Safe in mystic

Pretensions of

Preternatural

Sorrow

Gadzooks

Harrumph

Mitty

Must go

Get me to Penn station taxi

I got to make the train

The power plants

Fly by

And my pen cries ink stains

Upon the evening moors

Steeple hopping cougars

Chase

The words

But lag the grand horsepower diesel

Engine.

Last update: 4/12/2003; 11:47:34 AM.