the light whose darkness is light
sweltering August afternoon
Rene Lazare
bare foot, bare chested
in a leather smock
tied over ragged jeans
feverishly manipulates pigments
bent over an old barn’s floor
mixing tube squeezed oils
pressing and...
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...
Waitress’s
Two waitress’s at IHOP talk
vaccinations between Swedish
pancakes and Denver omletts.
Talk about their kids...
what ails them now, while walking
platters, scraping change
and worn dollar bills
into no...
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...
asicanine (a call to dogs)
lavender leashed dog
festooned in a yellow slicker
overly wrapped in man
little rubber booties yukked with mud
rhinestone collared
Oh! how I wish you would
bury the bones
from that...
WEST 18th
We ended
on the floor
on West 18th
She said
I can only come
in one position
I said
I’m glad we
got that straight
George Murphy
Thin Rain
Thin rain
melting snow
I can't tell you
how tired I am
of your back
and my thoughts
George Murphy
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...
Orbitorb/blindedblind
mă îmbătam
și ziceam că
iarna e o iluzie
că verdele e doar
un mucegai
de jur împrejur
niște îngeri râdeau
(orbitorb)
I would get drunk
So I could say
Winter is an illusion
and...
The Number of Our Days
Your flesh was a glass chorus
of cruel sirens
who with every touch
chafed the ribbons of my fingers raw.
In your blue eyes
I notched with a yellow...
Paradise
thrumming chit-chit sprinklers hum
mistaken for operatic crickets
trilling lazy resort air
as wrinkled splayed foot reptiles
bow iguana heads like regal buddhists
slowly roaming nirvana
crossing thached pagodas
unconscious tourists...
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...
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...
