Cultura

Cultura

It is a struggle to find
A man my age
Who doesn’t want to be Holden Caufield,
Or Bukowski, or Norman Mailer
Beating him senseless.
With gusto.

I want to be Edie Sedgwick
Drug addicted, and fabulous.

I want to stroll down 5th avenue
In black tights
And nothing else.

Turn my face into a clown mask.
Central Park working girl.
With much to risk,
But marvelous shoes.

I want black turtlenecks
Cigarette holders, brown cigarettes.
They look hip,
I dig it.

Black everything
As a matter of fact
I’ll open my closet
And channel Holly Golightly
In the book, not the movie.

Sometimes I feel like all of New York
Is laughing at me.