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...

perpetuum nobile

Perpetuum nobile

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...
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...

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...
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