sometimes i worry about you and i.

blood brothers

we are almost in alphabet city

running down

first avenue

we are almost in alphabet city

eating nights away

in june,

and stepping over puddles

on the bowery.

the water clings to

the bottoms of our

shoes and seeps into

our heels.

the streets are in our

blood stream now

like blood brothers

we'll never forget

eachother.

we are almost in alphabet city

the avenues getting

closer to the water--

the water that

beats between the

shores of qns and

this chunk of island

beats between you

and i.

the east river and its

brown brown waters

hug the boroughs

we love best.

we alre almost in alphabet city

one foot in qns

and the other on the bowery.

but don't spread those

legs too wide

don't lose your balance

and maybe something else.

our fingers shake and

our ankles quake

on this lower east

side corner.

let houston run you through--

you won't die on this

side of the water--

she'll jsut steal half

your soul and feed it

to the river.

let houston run you

through the lung, my love

as we sit smoking

in the garden.

the bowery owns us

now, sugarplum--

we're blood brothers--

let her love you through

let her love you through

the sole of your feet.

let her sidewalks love

your legs as they wander

up and down

up and

down

lettered avenues.