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Monthly Archives: April 2016

Downtown Bars

Tailored sharp Suited gargoyles With death covenants Promised by Life

And Pretty girls in tight black 

Sometimes bothered by wannabe sugar daddy’s words knives

Who roll life’s precious bones 

all Perched on circular red leather precipices 
But thank god there are cheap ramparts 

For those who need transient escape

Like the human mosquito attraction glow 

of

screens

screens 

Sports

Sports 

News

Sports

Screens

Screens 

Screens

Screens

Sports

Sports

News

Screens

And more screens 

So You can cop-out

From an all too real mis-en-scene

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Mystery Is The Answer

Because of the angel breath of  10 pm evergreens tangled in streetlight

that sit next to large purple stuccos in darkness

surrounded by thousands of woodchips

 

And sitting with my one-eyed cat

his quiet disabled divinity in soft black

 

Or walking with pendulum arms that we let swing wildly behind the middle school

to savor every bit of cold strawberry ice cream

laced with rich chocolate sauce that stains pants

(but who cares when you’re under a blanket of stars and the orange cream New York City pollution light glow?)

 

And lovingly,

The generous southwestern hug of the sun

and her overwhelming Jewish mother ‘optimist in adversity’ consolations

that grow to be a bothersome pain in the neck

but soon after are greatly missed

 

And strangely,

Wide Eyes

above loose motorcycle shirts

baggy blue jeans

and dirty white reeboks

agape and starry

on

the uncomfortable strip of 42nd between 7th and 8th’s dollars cents and nonsense galore

 

And curiously,

the workings of a notion because…

 

 


sad boys

sad boys

live sad lives

in this sad town

in this sad world

with these sad wounds

that sadly won’t heal

with these sad smiles

and sad jobs

in this sad house

where even the walls cry.

 


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