the Factory

Through the
Billboard Promised Land
plastic smiles
Gleam like marble malls
scrubbed skin, cologne
Pyramids on dollar$

I have seen Manhattan.

Yesterday I visited
the Factory
and watched it

Curiously yellowing
with age

Like the fingernails
you dug in my skin

I have seen Manhattan
swirling in the dust
of 11:10 am

and because of this
I shall never return
to see you again.