dark lighting

a bed to sleep in silver from which silk wings rise your hair brushed by a sad angel my body ripped by bloody moths we will touch each other...

not even

if you don't have air make it up if you don't have words kill yourself with them if you have not lived revive yourself if you don't have...

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...

 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...

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...

  bees

once words were bees your pollen enticed tore from my heart’s hive   torrid drones your scent convulsed coaxed from shadow compelled to speak sumptuous words   only those bees could. *** By NEIL BROSNAN:   bees
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