Another Expansion, could use help.

Macy's Black Friday,  2002

I saw a refection of a statue in the store window, Liberty,

please surf Fifth Avenue on my Chernobyl Computer
again. please, watch my great smog television explode
and turn on to my cotton gin. I took the escalator

to the 6^th floor. Liberty, why can’t I ride the great earthquake

to your lobby of lobbies, in lobbies? Where did the strangers

with glass onion pages searching for cold peace go?

I looked over the Chicago metal stocking pan $9.95 , Liberty.
I smell the pungency of microwaved weed
and I remember the other side of pungency, which radio operators

at kulmhof politely ignored.

In the books section I unravel the penny paperback play book;
This reminds me of the smoldering memorials of the triangle shirt waist
machines that made stock before this store was born. shirts became windows,
windows shirts, and the first shadows of frost bitten bodies lying naked
in the road are uncovered in the brown pages that I pick from a shelf. 
 

on the electronics floor I am reminded of a day in my life,
when I shot frames of our boxcar with the old Hindenburg
Camera, safe in my hand. The one that helped me laugh a cab down,  
I wasn’t afraid then, Liberty. Now when we go downtown, bad morning
sunshine ebbs in the wake of our missing twins and the brownstone smells

of dead apples and ash covered urine.

If we go way past down now, we leave old

age stocks and find you, Liberty, outside

a rumbling window the other me still hears 
electric shots in the subway.

he thinks he remembers the place he visited in India as
he walks back up to 71st and hot dog stand.

Liberty he saw her yesterday, and he takes the elevator
to his Dakota hallow passing the bed in, floor, thinking
of her and in the apartment, Liberty, to the other me
this century already seems tired. and I unpack this mornings
six o'clock bargains in my jersey garage flat.