Lola Ridge

(December 12, 1873- May 19, 1941 / Dublin)

Bowery Afternoon


Drab discoloration
Of faces, façades, pawn-shops,
Second-hand clothing,
Smoky and fly-blown glass of lunch-rooms,
Odors of rancid life…

Deadly uniformity
Of eyes and windows
Alike devoid of light…
Holes wherein life scratches -
Mangy life
Nosing to the gutter's end…

Show-rooms and mimic pillars
Flaunting out of their gaudy vestibules
Bosoms and posturing thighs…

Over all the Elevated
Droning like a bloated fly.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, February 08, 2012

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