Risking Absurdity

There are just so many times that you can risk absurdity
Making deals with dead art forms
recalled
When you hit rock bottom
In an effort
To rise where the angels place their bets on
How the energy of the city will break
And wash over the fragmented faces of the grid
Before be we are slammed down onto the concrete
Under the shadow of millionaires row
Of 86 street
Down into the subway stations
And through the turn-styles
Where the homeless
Pick through the lost tickets
To recuperate some of what they gambled
Away. 
This is where they scream for the name of Jesus
And profanities before they give their voice over
To the metallic on metallic screech
Of the cars that pass.
But they fade into the soundboard
Where the other beggars sing off key.