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I’m on the express bus again, this time headed back to the Bronx, thinking about how unhopelessly hopeless I am. I don’t know what it is about the express that gets me going. It’s like I’m seeing everything for the first time, everytime, without all the traffic. And it bugs me out…

Harlem Get Up (Poem)

What’s that smell?
I just ate my vomit

Don’t look now
Here comes Harlem

“Excuse me Mrs.
Can you spare some change?

“Excuse me Mrs.
Can you spare some change?

Coffee?
A donut?
Some soup from the Chinese?

I’m hungry
And tired
And living in hell

Please pay the toll when you come where I dwell…”