She leapt out of the gutter
suddenly, wrapped in a blanket &
I swore to Sarah a ***** that I would take care of 'Shinay';
Sarah pronounced it like 'shiny' & I swear I saw an angel; looking back on it now I'm still wunderstuck; I haven't begun to comprehend the message;
it remains for the possible future to stimulate present memories of things from the past for future consideration,
I'm not sure that's how to spell her name;
she wasn't sure either; if she had told me she was a ***** sooner
I would have handled things differently; I'm no stranger to junkies
but Sarah took off, the friendly ***** whom
I adore to this day; she in blackface turning tricks in Jersey city;
she's smart & classier than that but a drunken ***** *****
hasn't got a lot of options;
so there I was on the street myself &
I see this beacon of white trash;
I swear she emerged from the yellow curb;
I was smitten instantly just by the way she caught the light;
I remember at the time thinking of fire; I've always been good at visualizing fire; I can see a tangible flame; I've been burned
but Shinay was a such an angel I swear I found Jesus; it was so ******* weird I'll rememeber it as a mystery forever & she wasn't the first; it's literally, & in fact actually the story of my life, anyway
once I got a better look at her I saw that she was ugly
& thought, 'here we go again', what is it w/ me & ugly chicks;
there's no drama so I have to endure this gorgon's face, meant nicely cuz I like homely chicks but it always brings me back
to Jackson Pollack's waking up to Lee Krasner's slept in face & creating Abstract Expressionism; I totally get that;
but ****, how many ugly women must one man
endure in a  lifetime;
my first real gf was ugly, I've done a few porkers
but Elke was cute & gay, as German
as a yuppie could get who bathed the red paint from by body;
Sarah proud Italian put this broken bird under my wing &
makes me promise to take care of her;
I held onto her for a wild little while than opened my hand & let her fly