another casualty at the 34th street bus stopby Justin Hyde
the man with a four-pronged cane reeks of piss and bleach. tells me he could have hopped a cargo ship to french new guinea in nineteen thirty-four, but instead he took up as a bricklayer's apprentice and it ruined him. lives across the street in an apartment above the dog groomers with a tabby cat that's been in a shoebox for two years. french new guinea, he draws it out long and slow smiling in the way of time travelers. french new guinea, i string it out like velvet. © 2007 by Justin Hyde. All rights reserved.