cold new york minute

Now, people plant 
thought-mines as subliminally as CNN.
record breaking numbers
all together
stand out
as alpha numeric quotes 
on my news crawler.
    The sun dips in
  fades out again.
There's a beeping somewhere
   low
     and
       self programming.
there's a cloud passing overhead
chills the ground
 -20 degrees

I refuse to be your manequin
all handsome and motionless.
break my jointless fingers off.
 the names of my impaling pikes,
 placed on a cold New York alley
rooftop,
 are your grudges
 and their indifference.
The two of them together,
  are about
  as funny as hell.