he is that man hanging from the 16th floor window

his hands are pressed white against the old concrete moulding

of the tenement building own by NYCHA

he hangs from the 16th floor window in soundview

with skinny pigeons swirl over his head

with no food to pick

this maybe a halo, or a storm of glass

waiting to destroy him

in his mind, 

he'll be set free

the man hanging from the 16th floor window

on rosedale ave side of soundview is never alone

he is the man of children

of his seeds, anthony, jaleene, and bryan who is the oldest

he is his mother's son, and his father's son

he represents several pieces between the two wives 

he has had

he is all the man of the projects who stand watching him

watching themselves

when he was a young cat

he ate white rice with chicken

on plastic white paper plates

in his room

that sometimes feels like solitary confinement

with a crack radiator that barely works

it was farther north and he was the youngest there

he got rocked

he sees the bruckner and can hear the loud

beeping horns of angry drivers cursing 

he also sees pelham bay park

dizzy whole of stagnant water and the rich

live in condominiums

in some parts of pelham bay park,

water can speak softly, but infested with pollution

cause by people (who won't bother throwing 

their trash in a garbage disposal)

he sees other buildings similar to his

he sees other cats hanging from the 16th floor window

on the latino side of the hood

his belly is soft from his kids loving hugs

his throwback levis with the 504 patch

swinging down from his waist

towards his feet, anf then his heart

he is dangling

to be continued.............