CRUSING SUFI NEW YORK ON X-MAS '92
(AttackingPolish Restaurants)

Even steam is afraid
To escape from a mouth.
New York is taller than before
With a book of Sufi poetry
In my pocket.
Orgies of yellow cars.
Lifting one's arm is a question
Of
Life & Death.
But one can't die in NY.
Everything is open 24 hours.
Those defying Death
Sleep on the streets
With their dogs
Who firmly believe
In
Everything.
Surviving was never so easy
With a chicken soup
Made in Poland
&
stains on a shirt
are making maps of the new continent
ready to be discovered.
1000 Babylon in one
with shiny insects
announcing
New York's style
Doomsday.
Then
A sign appeared
Above
On a dark, cold sky:
One line from this
Or
Any other poem
Will save the world!!!

New York, December 1992