Let's Sing

When the New York City jazz deafened With fiddles through the fogs A random of birds buried themselves down within The cloudless sky more than ever. Nothing else appeared to recovery through the dust Of the moonlight beyond the mass of maiden flowers The deep wall that soon would fade into the horizon. Have you ever seen the sun hardly showing himself With strangely scarf the fall of this soft morning? I've seen it as a centerfold howl unfastening Its wings peeking out at the exhausted dew. After such a long gaze, when the airplane Had reached its heights below toward the other world Fitting my tears the waves of people swallowed The massy star through the dirty blue into fire. Where, in this tearing moment, to call it a day, I might find my old man playing chess at Times Square Or sitting along the Central Park feeding The filthy pigeons with peanuts and M&M candies While the gazes go on and on after the 9/11 nightmare.