A black Cadillac bad day
No shoe shine
No pomade'

Hangin with with the phreaks on Ellis and 3rd
I scan the eyes and wait for the word

The word is WOWZA

Dichotomy in motion, nonsense on the wind.
Caravan buffouts carrying back the crystal whompas from The reeking underbelly of this dry heaving city

Whompas for me if you please, now my no shine shoes skitter down streets looking for a place of sweet reprieve.


WOah boy now just wait, the bubbling fountains speak fractals in tune with, i think that bird on the ledge.

ITS GONNA JUMP!

I scream,
and then it does, so gracefully down below landing impossibly gently upon its impossibly delicate toes.

Good things birds can fly. Wouldn't last long otherwise.