Both mouths open like women in peep shows
One eye swollen shut
Receding hairline blown open in the wind
Wino puking in the winter alley or
Tawdry depot salle de bain
Handsome jeweled booted
Lady you'd like to make
Plucks Cosmo from the rack
Swept away in crowd current
Buses belching, swing around corners
Cabs hunt and peck amid motor cycle snarl
A drunk reels, falls to the
Pigeon-shit-stained sidewalk
Three races of man course about him
Saturday morning
Busman’s holiday for the dissolute
Insane mutter to themselves
Bums stumble for contact with the soft touch