Give me the strength to walk away

to be weightless under pressure

to let my spirit rise in face of madness, anger, cruelty

Out on the spit-stained streets of New York City let me walk into a crowd,

anonymous, undefined,

unknown and unknowing,

throw me out on West 4th,

unto to Astor, the last stalwarts of punk rock flanked by Japanese craft

cocktail bars descend into the stale blast of subway

air let my mind meander

float along with a pretty voice.