Bowery Afternoon Drab discoloration Of faces, façades, pawn-shops, Second-hand clothing, Smoky and fly-blown glass of lunch-rooms, Odors of rancid life... Deadly uniformity Of eyes and windows Alike devoid of light... Holes wherein life scratches-- Mangy life Nosing to the gutter's end... Show-rooms and mimic pillars Flaunting out of their gaudy vestibules Bosoms and posturing thighs... Over all the Elevated Droning like a bloated fly. |
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