[the Writing of Kuypers]
so it was new year’s eve
the avenue of the americas
view of times square. and
i was just in new york for
standing with i don’t know
climbing up the light poles,
police officers on horseback
bag fell apart in the rain, so
us he needed to go to the
in the street, no one will see
he asked if i had a bottle, so i
his job he closed up the bottle
the train after the ball dropped,
to go real bad, too, so i pulled
window with your coat and i
matter at hand. i’m amazed that
commute, our first of the new
i ended one year and began
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helping men
in public places
and we were standing on
forty-second street and
we were a few blocks away
but we had just the right
yes, there was freezing rain
but i didn’t really care, since
a few days. it was 10:55, we
still had a long time to wait
how many thousands of other
people, some of them were
all of us pushing forward
into the street, despite the
rushing at us back toward
the sidewalk. and our paper
i let the glass water bottle fall
to the curb, and our friend told
bathroom real bad, you know,
so i told him to go right here
him. but he didn’t want to
piss on someone’s shoes, so
picked up the water bottle from
the curb, and when he finished
and put it back on the sidewalk.
god, and you, too, getting on
more rain and a bottle of
champagne later, saying you had
an empty beer bottle from my
coat pocket, you covered the train
blocked your view from the aisle
while you took care of the
that bottle didn’t tip over on the
train floor during that hour
year, while i slept on your
shoulder. and i’m amazed that
another helping men i know,
in public places, piss into bottles.
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