between
sitting between you and yourself
the unorthodox past
I came from a thin planet
of sin, indeed,
and the sin, Angel and Lucifer,
was melting
if I could understand happiness
I'd be sad,...
children
I saw you today
like yesterday
and I howled wolf
what if I'd told you
we were looking away perhaps in the ground
and we made love
first I
then you never
you gave me a cigarette
which...
Eternally
As if I could say it
Aloud
I swim inwardly
(eternally)
***
de parca ai putea
sa spui cuiva
ca inoti doar iin tine
(fara speranta)
Bernie and Hillary sitting in a tree…
#Hill and #Bernie sitting in the #Times
First comes small type on the Front Page.
Then comes article on Page Twenty Three.
Then comes #Bubba
Sucking his thumb,
Wetting his pants,
Doing the...
homage to fried shoes*
bum feet
street-beat wise
sunk in banged up shoes
previously
dumpster swiped
lean
hobo soled
holed
haloed
covered in foot funk
sock stink
grime
no blue suede shoes
snappy tassel loafers…
gamy high-top sneakers here
retro Corso’s
weary
worn down
creased
re-knotted
raced in
hiked
trod...
the ride
death is a lime green cadillac
with two sleek fins
circa 1959
lots of chrome
humongous tinted windshield
glides above bumps in the road
finds its way
to any destination
the last...
on ice
it’s difficult to know exactly
how many of them are gone
but the percentage is high
not the one’s who’ve lost their way
the fallen down, mis-directed
temporarily out...
Confederate X
piss stains on the wizard sheet
pulled from last night’s bed
southern clown
klansman gown
fearful eyes beneath a cutout pillowcase
boo inside a bigot’s head
black Bible talk behind...
alternative conversation
next to my house
in a towering maple’s highest crook
I’ve wedged an empty soup can
open side angled up
with a string attached to its bottom end
tautly...
Folk Ballad for the Harvard Whore
Larry, having become a badly aged eyesore
Avoided his image in the mirror,
But bathroom breaks - much needed -provoked one day uproar
What did he see?
“A...
the laughing men
oh memory
childhood illusion
behind what synapse
the aroma of smoldering autumn fire
suburban side roads
softly gauzed in smoky light
children’s saturday voices
rising from yards
family raked
weekend chored to
the status...
mercy
Broken man, your fists, two blue sphinx
curled atop a frayed wool blanket
guarding what wastes beneath.
And still, that ruthless countenance
remembered from childhood…
your brute face
eyeing me...
the light whose darkness is light
sweltering August afternoon
Rene Lazare
bare foot, bare chested
in a leather smock
tied over ragged jeans
feverishly manipulates pigments
bent over an old barn’s floor
mixing tube squeezed oils
pressing and...
the myth of Paradise
ninety-nine names of God in a hat
choose what you need
throw the rest back
take the God without image
God without face
distort him to service
the cause you...