Kabuki on Ninth
Kabuki on 9th
Mime like Geisha
Floats down the corner of Broadway and 81st
Dwindling fag clashing with
Colored brightly so drivers can see and avoid them.
Opium stained fried rice
Clings to her cuticles like
The Samurai on 96th does to her bed
And today the mediocre will only get the tail end
Of her ratted kimono
And a smudge of lipstick if they're lucky
Draped elbow props its self up on a sign
And she poses like some sort of Asian Marilyn Monroe
This wooden greeting would have said
had it not been raped by pocket knives long ago
And look in the bottom left
at the only carved statement
that makes sense and read.
Welcome to a vaudeville.
A faded bohemia
where the definition of normal is theatre
and conversations are verses in an epic
that will one day become no more then a cheaply