Atlantic Avenue pierces the breast of the river.

Eying the eternal wonders of the waves

hungry lovers rubbing each other bodies like the shiver

of tightly wound bamboo bows. As  blazing waves,

over their moans, Brooklyn Bridge circles

them with the swoon of the Lorca song,

from there to reach statue of liberty, cruise circle

back on Nicanor Parra’s phlegm, hold yourself with the thong

of memories, bald eagle tattooed on the naval of the Go Go bimbo

on Wall Street. A male prostitute from the margins of the hub

tenderly offering his ass in the global market limbo

where a third world nun whores in the charity club.

A nameless girl, who gave me blow job last night

told me many things that made  me bright:

In the tenements of Chilean mine workers, banana

Plantation of Nicaragua, even Zapatist communes of Chiapas

Roosters grow breast. Oh I owe her dollar fifty and a bandana

in back wages.

Fuck the form I will tell you the story straight.

At Tompkin Square park

a Pakistani brown nigger

 gang raped by policemen

without health Insurance

he just bled to death.

his circumcised penis

was displayed at the city hall

for three minutes.

2

America,

here the penis of an Indian indentured servant

never weighs equal to boobs of a registered nurse

so to keep the green card green,

I slid down to the basement

drinking Puerto-Rican rum or

teaching the kids the latest techniques in birth control.

Once I caught my fourteen-year-old son

devouring with his eyes

my wife clad in bikini,

and praising her saying

your legs are so cute my beautiful mom

I killed that Oedipus the same night.

accomplishing this beautiful deed

by lacing his after dinner crack with cyanide.

Oh, I how hated the Oedipal eyes of children.

3

On Malcolm X Boulevard

a black baby complains to FDA

that his mother’s milk tastes of marijuana,

the Commissioner prescribed

Gospel according St Luke and St. Paul BID

and it will be good for dysmenorrhea too.

An Iraqi youth was electrocuted,

his crime: shitting on First Avenue, in front of the UN.

News: Early morning many days (any day),

Iraqis kidnapped our freedom

and oiled,  then coiled

so we are frying them for freedom.

 freedom fries red white and blue.

Patricia Lumumba Pissed on my dreams

last night! Oh free man’s burden, I open my mouth,

 to taste  democracy .

Do not use ketchup

when you eat freedom fries

freedom is fermented

by the blood of Salvador Alleiande to

increase the shelve life.

When US marines raped Saddam’s statue

never used condom,

so they got an Infection of Bathism

as a cure they have to screw a virgin like Syria.

Oh free man’s burden Red White and Blue.

4

I do not stoop in Manhattan

Allen Ginsberg is still wandering here and there …

I cannot call myself a poet, since

Amiri Baraka is not yet dead

and ‘he knows’ who blew up America.

I do not talk about Bush

my girlfriend love bush with a push

I am having nightmares about Gauntanamo .

5

I got to run

to St. Marks place or Tompkins Square park

She(He) is waiting for me there…

She(He) who wears silver rings on

Ears,

Nose,

Tongue,

Lips,

Nipples,

Navel

Clitoris,

 calls me.

Deer,

December,

Scorpions,

Conches,

Lotus,

Phallus

Leaves of grass

Elephantpeacockcamel

tattooed on her (his) body,

invite me to her(him).

 I can’t help going there …

when from all over United States

warlords rush in with white hoods and burning crosses

I’ve got to run.

I tune to RunDMC

Fuck that shit I am the great great New Yorker

Copyright  © 2004 Jayan K.Cherian

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