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on the seventh avenue line some
kids letter expletives want to junk
the city a little note and record
a retreat to the senseless core matters
just dosed well enough to get the point
on being tethered to the grid
work career fair minded money
folks and the painted whores and faggots
they might photograph or mess up or own
there creaks another stuffed transit bus ticking
there blares up another strung up west side avenue
alight in pornography shops and lotto news
stands and fake ID doors
never did it feel so good to tramp