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...
arias
fly on a peeling sill
every surface
potential edge of the world
eyes filled with light
food wooed
pile of dog mush
bit of cheddar
asparagus spear
all the same to it
frustrated...
countdown
nici nu mai stiu
de te iubesc
sau oboseala clipei
e doar o amagire
mai e un pic si se sfarseste lumea
(numaratoare inversa)
I don’t even know
whether I love...
Chocolate
Taking chocolate
to a sushi bar
was a crazy thing
to do
She smiled
her gratitude
Blackening her teeth
like a Tokugawa
geisha
Because the moon
Because the moon
has no place to rest
she drifts in endless circles
constantly shedding
the memory of herself
to forge through darkness
brave night’s silence
endure the stars.
The revolutionist
hunted down
they found him in an open field
riddled with scraps of poetry
half thought out verse
set in awkward measure
broken mouth
dammed with thwarted doves
fingers crushed
stained with...
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...
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...
today today today today today
my life's greatest butterfly fell suddenly with his broken wings of blood
crumbled he could have fallen the next day as any decent angel but...
epiphany
The poet who holds fire in his hand
trembles
knows the scent of his own
seared flesh
writhes as the blackened
didgets bubble and seethe
feasts his eyes
on the urgent...
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...
Mis-appelation
Unspooled on a fractured sidewalk
an abstract horn man
threads breath into wind
conjurs up a street hustle kiss
in sweet, mostly un-noticed love songs…
Autumn in New York
April...
echo
sleepless night
toss and turn
remembering when
relived again
amended to no avail
up-ended
brought forth into that darkness
promising clarity
absolute darkness entreats
silence traps…
your beating heart
resurrects
over and over
refuses
end.
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BITTER POEMS: echo
BY NEIL...






















