I dont know you, only just saw your picture on a pic-sharing site
and I might get villified for writing my pretentious poetry on a shaman I don't even know
(but you know me, and every one else).
I cant imagine that you live in a subway station in New York as the photographer said you did,
your tigereyes seeing elsewhere, a place of bittercolddarkgrey
and place of desolation that could be me, for now you know all my secrets and leave me bare to the chillwind from your eyes
and inspite of my research on the Beats, I do not understand who you are.
(well what do you know...
New York isn't the same anymore
for there is no beatness left).
New York is still the same, and more
coz you are left
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