Thin Rain

Thin rain melting snow I can't tell you how tired I am of your back and my thoughts   George Murphy

the holy city in my dreams

jazz fusions blew my mind last night, man Monk was walkin black spiders down eighty-eight west as rain fell in sheets and blink-blink-blink the vibes lit up ambulance...

poems

I died today then I got drunk or vice versa (a kind of order) if the stars had shadows it would be more night (question) azi am murit apoi m-am îmbătat sau invers (un fel...

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...

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...
Diego Rivera's Frozen Assets

Yellow Manhattan

All night cross-town cabs yellow black Manhattan traveling at the speed of metered time. Surrounded by hubbub and sound honking their way to curb exits. Driven by expatriated hacks who...

Before the Circus

A coffee joint was where once upon a time you sat on a stool before a flecked formica counter with a tin strip edge and a gimp legged waitress...

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...

 Sole Angola

Woodfox in an iron cage cold Angola box twenty three hours of a twenty four hour day forty years and counting huntsman foul play inhumanity   take away his daylight throw away the...

WEST 18th

We ended on the floor on West 18th She said I can only come in one position I said I’m glad we got that straight   George Murphy
war by George Murphy

The Number of Our Days

Your flesh was a glass chorus of cruel sirens who with every touch chafed the ribbons of my fingers raw. In your blue eyes I notched with a yellow...
neils-bamboo

your name in the bamboo grove

once deep in green bamboo the swaying stalks thick with delicate leaves joined their lofty spires high above our heads conflicting sun shattering its urgency into blinding streamers tendriling down torquing between the wind swayed...
Eduard Manet La Serveuseedited

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 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...
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