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...
the dream
last night, Rimbaud
as the dream dogs howled
you tripped on my creased pillow
broke in a hundred poems
across the floor
cobalt hued…
ocher, turquoise, vermillion glass
glowing under moonlight’s...
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...
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...
Proudly Made in America – Presidential Sexual Assault
“I did try and fuck her. She was married.
I moved on her like a bitch,
But I couldn’t get there.
And she was married.
You know I’m...
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.
shadows
This town is too small
it strangles my walking
it keeps me talking
an old woman surreal
on the brink of orgasm
you have no place to hide
once there...
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...
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...
dreamed tao of bees
raptured in bees
that do not sting
flying within their kinetic drone
circumference of apian light
I am nectar in each leg pouch
adorned with bees
that croon green ascension
floating...
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...
nouveau math
ridiculously narrow women
poured into black spandex
circle their own cool shadows
pencil thin
wandering free form
over the illusion of abstract leafless branches
interrupted sunlight scatters
down the edge of...
















