Lux
Light is salutation is New York at night is a billion sparks fallen
from a heaven of stars to pulse above Harlem, Carnegie
Hall, Soho, Little...
liberation
the manual said
so simple now even a housewife can do it.
Fantastic, I thought.
Let her.
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BY NEIL BROSNAN: liberation
Stray
for Era Kever
I stepped out stray
on those
cracked streets
South Harlem
in the summer night
Black looks
in shadow
Death gliding
on the air
I didn’t see you there
They were fighting
on one...
conception of surrender
see how softly he whimpers now
as the needle that fills him
with kisses, weeps
a concoction of sincerity
cut with compromise
tarnished silver
teaspoon of grief
erasing every meaning
whispering in...
The crushed cup (Sen no Rikyu, 1522-1591)
after a final sip
the master crushed his favorite cup
bid each honored guest farewell
retreated to the garden
to rend from flesh
undying essence
sever the shadow
of the moon...
darkness
that evening you left me on the corner
moths drank every street light
a swarm of locust devoured the moon.
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NEIL BROSNAN: darkness
Eternally
As if I could say it
Aloud
I swim inwardly
(eternally)
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de parca ai putea
sa spui cuiva
ca inoti doar iin tine
(fara speranta)
another cat (Franz Wright)
the heels of his poor man shoes
were each worn down
on the outside edge
and the laces were white string
knotted to where the black had broken
he...
Orbitorb/blindedblind
mă îmbătam
și ziceam că
iarna e o iluzie
că verdele e doar
un mucegai
de jur împrejur
niște îngeri râdeau
(orbitorb)
I would get drunk
So I could say
Winter is an illusion
and...
expectations
That drinking glass
that dreadfully clean glass
where water is feeling dirty
every time I don't sleep
I think of you
and when the sleeplessness starts
that glass awaits me
thirsty
sitting pretty
on the edge of life
(expectations)
__________
mai e...
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...
Waitress’s
Two waitress’s at IHOP talk
vaccinations between Swedish
pancakes and Denver omletts.
Talk about their kids...
what ails them now, while walking
platters, scraping change
and worn dollar bills
into no...
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...
wound/rană
we could have conquered cities
but we stayed behind in the dark alleys
among passionate kisses
among Earl Grey teas
we could have invented pasts
but we died as...