umi

old but crisp, like my blue jay fitted. a sense of warmth, like my mood.

if they could
hear what
umi said
I’m sure they
would want to run
in the streets
with me
and the children
and shine light
shine it bright
teach the children
reach the children
so the world could see.

sundays in st. lawrence

b-side to a
bluenote imprint
as notes blew
through
a soft summer breeze
imprint of hand on hip
and cheek on chin
cheslea, harlem and
st. lawrence
intersect here
warhol said
we all get 15
so let's milk
the next 14
in crooked streetlight
and stained
glass warehouse window
smile for the camera
hold that pose
we can
reprise roles
ciao manhattan
this
is
happenstance
urban chic and
urban cool
pimping the
stay in school
message
in advance
of the
back to school
glossy tabloid
overexposures
and exposed
brick
an elegance
amongst
the simplicity
and the energy
even though
the tank
is stuck on
e.
the agency
says chemistry
should render
a full page spread
a succesful exercise
of alchemy