Quotes About Lampost

Matthew the Magician leaned against a wrought iron lampost on Forty-second Street, richly picking at the edges of his ten rings and listening to his city breathing into the warm September night.

At Marcy I spot what I am looking for and shimmy up a lampost and untangle the pair of sneakers that some kid has tossed up there that dangle in testement to some shit that I have never figured out as long as I have lived in this city. I sit on the curb and stuff my feet inside leaving the laces undone. There too small but the right one fits a little better than the left. Not having a big toe is already paying off.