nightscapes
nightscapes
in deepest night
long after the roads have fallen into slumber
I go out and paint them awake again
with the headlights on my green jalopy.
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BY NEIL...
Bernie and Hillary sitting in a tree…
#Hill and #Bernie sitting in the #Times
First comes small type on the Front Page.
Then comes article on Page Twenty Three.
Then comes #Bubba
Sucking his thumb,
Wetting his pants,
Doing the...
red buddha
Mao attaining...
(to buddhahood)
Mao you Chairman Buddha now
fat cat china cool
Tao, your zen red book
Great leap forward
bone to throw the masses off…
seeking you in bullett...
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...
find me
baby left
sometimes she leaves
stays away…
I wait I
can’t stand
waiting –
cannot make her
come back
soon enough
slowly
time erases
sorrow slakes
sleepers
wake again
together
one on one
laugh away
the hours lost
the shadow’s left
slowly fading
on...
wound/rană
we could have conquered cities
but we stayed behind in the dark alleys
among passionate kisses
among Earl Grey teas
we could have invented pasts
but we died as...
Alignment
I go outside to drink a bottle of beer the air harsher than the moon up there doesn’t come down the cigarette has its...
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...
s_a_v_t_o_ train
insatiable appetite
eats everything
kidneys
heartbeats
dreams
devours without end
flies under the radar
of patriotic flags
revolutionary anthems
licks mouths dry
where lipstick once gave beauty reign
leaves rictus grins
on exhausted faces
runs fat hands...
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 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...
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...
buddha of illusion
I have given in to its acute resolve
no longer question
the manner in which it falls
lays away from light
carries darkness regally
unperturbed
non apologetic…
ever defying the sun
sewn...
your name in the bamboo grove
once
deep in green bamboo
the swaying stalks
thick with delicate leaves
joined their lofty spires
high above our heads
conflicting sun
shattering its urgency
into blinding streamers
tendriling down
torquing between the wind
swayed...
