Bowery Afternoon

Drab discoloration Of faces, façades, pawn-shops, Second-hand clothing, Smoky and fly-blown glass of lunch-rooms, Odors of rancid life...

Deadly uniformity Of eyes and windows Alike devoid of light... Holes wherein life scratches-- Mangy life Nosing to the gutter's end...

Show-rooms and mimic pillars Flaunting out of their gaudy vestibules Bosoms and posturing thighs...

Over all the Elevated Droning like a bloated fly.