NoooYawk. NooYawk. NuYawk. NyawK. Nn..yAAAWW..p.
Scale walls of brick and glass
Find a foothold in a joint, grab a gargoyle
Scale the sheets; Of rough concrete and slippery steel
Too polished; Wrong-fit.
Run up stairs; nail my cowardly legs, that gave out
On the 3rd floor, to the exit door
Hang my pounding heart on the rails of the 16th
Leave it there beating and dripping
Against familiar unyielding steel
Slap my mouth stuck slick with drool and escaping breath
On the red Fire box of the 30th; agape in panting wannabe scream
A blowing gale meets its match on the 45th terrace
Loses and retreats. Eyes prise open in triumphant blaze
Scan lanterns in squares of gold strung by lintels and by beams
Mostly plane empty light; others filigreed with shapely mysteries
Coming. Smoking. Going. Little shapes. Big ones. Moving. Doing.
Light ascending in rows and columns of never ending desire
Reaching for the moon. Who.., washes down in broad benign glow
On the caterwauling symphony of the alleyway cats
Crowding around a dismemberment.