6B Panorama

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 f**k 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

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