Rain makes New York
Old New York
as if posing for a black-and-white
postcard
hot dog steam, Bergdorf Goodman
umbrellas and Prada
“as the enormous air of the avenue
lay pierced by rain”
I turn the corner and see Bernadette
on an Acconci reel
I walk in front of Nam June Paik’s
projector
declare my silhouette the star of
Zen for Film
“That’s how you make conceptual
art in a selfie world”
As a nod to poet security guards
everywhere
I wear my Silver Jews t-shirt
to the steakhouse
where the captains nod and hum
“Very good, sir”
I do this, I do that
Things to Do
The New York School vs.
The Pavement School
Heading toward Bedford
at terror twilight
We pass the stop called
York
Late night on Brevoort Place
the drops
in the streetlamp begin to float
and blow
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