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    I was sitting on my fire escape and I saw...

    sturdy bridges, decorated with dirty pigeons

    a vagabond begging for three pennies and a princess

    a junkie tourniquet surgeon urging the needle in

    a batty senior citizen flashing that awful teethless grin

    I saw a corner store merchant rest on a milk crate with a stog'

    a pierced nose, a model with a stalker, cheap hooker, jay walkers

    a table on a sidewalk with four old men slappin' dominos down

    a city, a village, a neighborhood, a ghost town

    I saw vandals catching tags and Puerto Rican flags

    I saw a pregnant woman on the verge of bursting (boom)

    I saw a blind man with a dog screaming "someday I'll see it all"

    and then he sat down with his hammer and saw

    business men with multi-colored ties, cashmere checks

    a nazi with tattoos on his neck, a Vietnam war vet

    a Caucasian man with a limp and a cane, a pimp with his names

    a thug circus, a pack of shook tourists hugging their purses

    I saw freaks with rainbow streaks in dayglo hair

    a mother smackin' the grin off her child, replaced it with a stare

    a pothole, a storefront with a broken open sign

    a hole in the wall bar kicking drunks to the gutter, it's closing time

    I see a fuck up, a bum knuckle up with a taxi driver

    a squatter, a grandfather, an angry right-to-lifer

    I can see the roof garden on the apartment across the street

    and kick myself because somewhere along the way I lost my seeds

    I see a rat, a roach, a bat approach, a happy student

    a black man with a horn and a will to make you sit and listen to it

    I see a little girl on the corner with bubbles, braids and barrettes

    I see a teen mother with similak pacifier and regrets

    oh, a day turned stale, a hammer with a rusty nail, a failed marriage

    a universe of brick buildings slightly off balance

    a challenge, I see a chance to add real colors to my favorite palette

    raise my mighty mallet towards the gods and swing my talons

    I see a crack in the sidewalk

    a slide show of six civilians gripping bottles of gideon

    sitting inside bent meridian

    there's a fun house ooh, a sun spout

    spraying yellow beams above yellow back dreams

    and children in the hydrants

    tyrants(?), I see sirens

    the wall to the glamor standard

    a dead bird, a bent curb

    a bus stop of commuters waiting to have their souls towed off to work

    I seen the slap dash habits of bike messengers paws

    and hug that good leaf on the way to damaged packages, dependence

    oh my lord, I see bandwagons, all aboard

    a carnival amusement park where a heart is a luxury

    I see a gas galaxy huddled behind those pearly doors

    maybe I should sit up on my fire escape a little more

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