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1

Skipping down the open lanes of youth
without a care, make no bones about it
nearing the hearse end
brings trials never imagined.
The exhaust from travelling too fast
through youth fills the nostrils
and chokes the very soul.
Freeing the champagne cork
of congratulations echoes futilely
back down through the years.

You see my pain,
reach to touch my hand
and I cry.
 
Oh darling. Oh my darling. True Duchess.
Say what you need and you shall have it.
Well. I'm not Morgan Stanley. But I have a phone.
 
2

Rumple pumple look at that
when I grow old I won't be fat.
How I remember days gone by
words were spoken by such as I.
Now I sit here round and plump
looking like a proper frump.
Sweetmeats stole away my figure
and never helped by all that liquor.
But then again, he finds curves sexy,
so before I die from apoplexy,
open up my heaven's gate
I still know how to stimulate!
 
3

I enter in this hallowed hall
where dwell the very best of all,
to find to my utter dismay
that on this very sacred day,
When gods bend down before the throne
and in this obeisance not alone,
red faced I swear "Oh really! Fuck it!"
I'm being spammed by Photobucket!

................................
Can anyone else see that and how do I get rid of it?!
 
4

If my mind should slowly recede from me,
leaving me a broken shadow of what I once was.
Please know that somewhere in that harsh darkness
I'm still loving you, perhaps it will be all I remember.
For my love for you is as a great sheet of lightning,
hurtling across the sky of my lost memories.
What was, suddenly lit up against the invading dark,
there for a second, then gone but waiting.
Still waiting.
 
Quadruple bypass. That is what it took
To slap awake the dormant loving friend.
Consumed by news and morning shake unshook
I whined "the grind" then read

Now.
He is on the table.
Fuckingsouthafricandoctors
Told him it was stress.
As his heart failed.

Perspective is expensive.
 
2

Rooting for any team
Is a luxury ticket
Paid to bookie or student loan.
So I started rooting for team mammal
From the subway platform.
Go rats! Please live beyond cockroaches.
Maybe write poems
With tiny hands
Unopposed by thumbs.
 
3

Last night's slitted skirt
Winks at morning. Shamelessly
Last night's umbrella swings
The dangle wristed smile.
Today! Today is one mile home.
Delicious blocks recall
The night before.
 
4

Luke on the stoop describes his fishing boat.
I roll a cigarette. We sit. I smoke.
The lazy sun rolls bedsheets round its waist.
Trombone bronzes the treetop park awake.

No half remembered Saturday obscures
This breathing day. No threatening bluster blurs
Soft shadow morning Harlem. Yes. Hello.
The neighborhood begins to hit its flow.

A laughing dog, a hoverboard, a strain
Of R&B, the rumble of a train
Accompany my neighbor's repertoire.
City college kids pack up a car.

We watch for cops. They're double parked. It's fine.
This Saturday feeds all of us with time.
 
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6

Is it time to forgive and forget,
how many years has it been?
Cliched questions easily roll off the tongue
for what is really an all important decision.
Sisters, yes but never that close
then that final public betrayal on your part
and I couldn't forgive.
But we grow old and apart,
maybe it's time.
 
5

Cream kitten
Seventeen years ago
I promised to care for you always.

Just along your spine
The tumor grew.
I have washed your carrier.
Tomorrow the vet
Will tell how long.
 
What Animals Do

Probably millions of notebooks
Written in directionalities or unknown
Attempt to list what is human.

To be human is to be naked.
To take cover. To take future berries
Against a future slake.

To be human is to hold up
A common eye
And hope the holder isn't winking.
 
What Animals Do

Probably millions of notebooks
Written in directionalities or unknown
Attempt to list what is human.

To be human is to be naked.
To take cover. To take future berries
Against a future slake.

To be human is to hold up
A common eye
And hope the holder isn't winking.
 
Three feet? Closer. Depending reach
Which sight? It is quietdark.
Fold eyes like paper cranes,
Again. Again. It is a big buy.

Big Scientology scale. Promises.
Ouiji revelation. What is
In your pocket?
What was all along?
 
I I suppose!

Ok we'll try this again!
..................................................
You ask me how I am
and actually that's hard to answer.
In myself (or most of me!) I'm ok
but there again I was ok before
until about 30 minutes before I collapsed !!
I didn't know my body was
already on the down stroke.
My temperature too high, my BP too low
and my organs becoming
more and more deprived of Oxygen,
it happened that fast!
But yeah ok I reckon I'm doing alright now,
still get stabs of pain in the offending leg
which makes me yelp for a minute until it goes.
I'm being good, doing as I'm told.
I've had the scare.
 
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001

Pat down pockets jingle found
lost quarters from dim
closet corners. Better still
the evident belief
a day would come.

Yes there would be a future day. But also
hungry. Maybe just for coffee.
Here the song hung
quietly in the dark,
pregnant with silver and heavy
between new jackets.
Silent jackets. Clean but silent.
 
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002

Date walk home swaddles its no
right to the stoop because yes would echo
up five flights. Certainly tonight it would
fill every hall. Tonight no bit
back yes right off the kiss.
 
001

Happiness is
contentedly homeless, though not
rootless, it spreads out tendrils everywhere
it can't stay inside, it needs the sun
 
003

One bundred billion suns light this galaxy
Which is one of at least one hundred billion galaxies.
Before telescopes, men memorized the skies story by story
When the earth was flat. When we were slaves
To stories. Then glass and care and reason
Rounded our planet and blew us white hot
Amazement into the vast truth. How many
Names are God? As many names as letters
Tongues can shape
On each planet
Orbiting billions and billions of suns.
 
002

I am but a figment
a fragment of a dream
of which you remember me
only by how I made you feel
forgetting that I did so
with trembling arms
that held
a gilded mirror
 
Seven

i
Her loosened hair fell,
covering her bared shoulders.
She lowered her robe
as a cloud obscured the moon—
yet my fingers found their way.

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