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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...

perpetuum nobile

Perpetuum nobile

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 by George Murphy

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...
immolation

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. *** BITTER POEMS: echo BY NEIL...
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