Alphabet City Blues https://www.amazon.com/dp/1091307636/ref=cm_sw_r_other_apa_i_tRbgDbP5EPFB7 Advertisements

My friend Matt says let’s go to Julians Pool Hall and learn how to ………. Lets learn.  Matt says. What. I ask him?  How they do it? How they look a man in the eye, humble all over, and then how they say Come on want to play a game not for money of course…

We kneel in Catholic Pews at Immaculate Conception on East 14th street, Between Avenue A and First Avenue Praying to a wooden Jesus On the cross……. Our clip-on ties, Plaid tails, hanging from our necks, Our penny loafers, pennies shining, on……. Deep Tagalog-accented priest blessing us with his Bible-words, trying to save us from our…

First kiss Under Dojo’s  Japanese lanterns lighting up St. Mark’s Place, With Bangladeshi witnesses selling cheap fake fedora hats hanging from metal hooks. And punks  with green mohawks smoking joints cheering us on and ancient-polish grandmothers, yellow-stained teeth, smiling, and Brooklyn tourists, bomber jackets bulging, showing respect, for the Puerto Rican girl in my arms,…

We burnt the waters of the city with M80s exploding on the East River, soda can grenades popping off under the Alphabet City Sky….. Brownishboys  on New York streets, Caribbean and Filipino teens adrift in a city stained with graffiti tags and crack vials. sailed on boards, up to York Avenue down to South Street…

Hanging They hung sneakers on telephone lines Between Avenue A and Loisada where you could  see countless pairs strung up like how they used to hang us brothers down South And in the shadows of all those deadmen shoes crawled skeletal-shadows always fiending for a fix As we surfed our skateboards through drugged-out-waves of our…

We played skelsies on the sidewalk. We dunked basketballs in the bottom rung of the fire escape ladders. We sunbathed on Tar Beach. We rocked to Block Party Sound Systems. We were sent by our moms to the corner bodegas to pick out dried saltfish from out of cardboard boxes. We saw old Puerto Rican…

Mix in a little paprika, some pepper, some salt, sea salt is best, a clove of garlic, onions, for tears of course, and then some of the tear drops as well, a bit of thyme, and some diced tomatoes….. Wait… Wait… Wrong Ingredients… My Bad… Let’s try again….. Mix in a hell of a lot…

It must be nice to not know shit. How wonderful it must be to be able to live in this world without ever being able to see.  I would smile all the damn time if I could walk up and down Franklin Avenue just worrying about how long it will take the baristas to make…