Positively Jersey Street

From under Fourth Street
John S. Hall floats up the light river over the living room
Into the half-eaten ear of a perennial lush

Every day
I quaked like a death raga
Riveted by the arriving flesh-scent of lost men

Every man in New York City has conduct disorder
Everyone is shwasted by nine

I am a channel
I'm walking up East Houston Street and channeling an angel

Excuse me
Do you know the way to the library?
You know
The library on Jersey Street

You know
It’s an alley
But it's a street

I am a channel
I'm channeling an angel
And walking up East Houston Street