Deposit fifty cents in English
and you will see the Queen
of New York strip, pull back the latch,
take in the scene and I promise
that the eyes will widen
and the legs will turn to jelly
for behind the peep show here
in the greatest city on Earth,
for about a minute,
you will feel royalty,
you my English friend will understand
the true meaning of being
the King of Times Square.
The Peep show, vaguely understood,
randomly implicit, silently mistaken,
is revealed before my eyes
and it with a sense of guilt, shock
and discomfort, like seeing the old drunk
black man take his pal out
and spit in the drain just off Broadway,
or the Queen with diamond studs
and leather jacket arse, that I try
my best to look away, but the latch is held open
and English is told to understand
what New York, what America can be like
when the Peep show goes wrong,
when we look too deeply
into the soul
of a lover and find that
we cannot abide the way
they yawn, their tongue waggling
about quicker than a gossip
with nothing better to do
than slander the innocent,
full of rotting teeth
and ulcers that burst
on the side of the gums, the stench
enough to make us feel sick
and hide away from their infection.
The Queen of Times Square
flutters her eyelids and I see the eye powder
keg blue self implode and the spark
of humanity disappears
as she leans back on the battered
remains of a sofa,
stockings gleaming with invitation,
reflecting both my vision
and the neon lights so far from
home and the tales
I heard in the Adanac House.
The Queen of Times Square
needs translating, her words meaning fuck all,
misunderstood, mispriced, mistaken
for anguish, silent
in her moment of glory and just as the climax
reaches its end,
my eyes are pulled away
from the vision of a coronation
I had no intention of seeing again.
Well English, Carlos spoke
with gentle grin and firm paw
on my sagging shoulders,
shall we drink beer
or shall we find a duchess
in amongst the neon light, the faded appreciation
you now feel for my city,
your education, my friend,
has just begun.
Ian D. Hall 2016