New York Dream

Fragments of glass
Lie scattered over the New York underpass
As drenched heads
Dart through the rain

I slip on a leather glove
Naked only wearing boots
Cars hoot at me on the sidewalk
As Droplets of rain
Melt down my face

Ashamed and disgraced
I huddle into a gutter
Lighting my cigarette
Burning it down my chest
Staring at the bread crumbs
That the pigeons were fed

Broken hearts are burnt in bins
As incinerated figures sip petrol for liquor
Newspapers covered
With images of dead lovers
Lives scrunched up
And thrown into the gutter

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