I Want A Solid Piece of Sunlight and a Yardstick to Measure It WithSeventh Avenue fills at noon with a gray tide of        suits come out for air.Noon catching fire peeks over the high rooftops        and spits into the saloons.The brown buildings drip with wilting plaster and        the mighty pigeon’s dung.Sylphindine Fifth Avenue trips on red and green        lights and slides quietly by Central Park.Honeysuckle leaps over the hedges as the people        leave Staten Island for work.Long Island slides in its channel groaning under        the new load of grinding storms.I see the Brooklyn Dodgers on Times Square with        their bats and balls practicing.Let us enter the redundant oasis which rips of        jungle beats on glasses of gin.We never get on the train that stops to let the        morning messenger in.And with rats digging in the cellar the basement        cement crumbles as we rise.Lakes of icy whispering trees float crunchingly on        under the glory of wide blue sky:O give me a solid piece of sunlight and a yardstick        of my own and the right to holler.I don’t need to ask for the moon cause I love some-        thing that melts in your breath.Who I amKunzitekissing bugloud nightmy kit of mornings safely tucked awaydolphin of my heart…swimkissing bugO my martingales of laughter…find mehere where I hide laughing even at youugly minddome of Santa Maria della Salute, Venicethings swell like this eternal doomsday…delighting meyou have an idea who I am now, do you notkissing bugloud nightmy day’s dolphin drifting thru the west