Frank O'Hara - Walking lyrics

I get a cinder in my eye it streams into the sunlight the air pushes it aside and I drop my hot dog into one of the Seagram Building's fountains it is all watery and clear and windy the shape of the toe as it describes the pain of the ball of the foot, walking walking on asphalt the strange embrace of the ankle's lock on the pavement squared like mausoleums but cheerful moved over and stamped on slapped by winds the country is no good for us there's nothing to bump into or fall apart gla**ily there's not enough poured concrete and bra**y reflections the wind now takes me to The Narrows and I see it rising there New York