the laughing men
oh memory
childhood illusion
behind what synapse
the aroma of smoldering autumn fire
suburban side roads
softly gauzed in smoky light
children’s saturday voices
rising from yards
family raked
weekend chored to
the status...
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...
another cat (Franz Wright)
the heels of his poor man shoes
were each worn down
on the outside edge
and the laces were white string
knotted to where the black had broken…
he...
Poetic Puiu. Four More.
I live
in the most beautiful
island
my brain
( exile maze )
locuiesc
în cea mai frumoasă
insulă
creierul meu
(exil în labirint)
do not go stay there
I'll come later
after dark
or I'll write
by...
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...
The Reprieve
You flew
in my room
I'd left
the door
cracked against
the autumn air
A wren you were
no bigger
than a latchkey
Lucky for you
it was only me
in residence
The cat was
gone
just dreaming
perhaps
of...
the myth of Paradise
ninety-nine names of God in a hat
choose what you need
throw the rest back
take the God without image
God without face
distort him to service
the cause you...
Confederate X
piss stains on the wizard sheet
pulled from last night’s bed
southern clown
klansman gown
fearful eyes beneath a cutout pillowcase
boo inside a bigot’s head
black Bible talk behind...
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
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...
Thin Rain
Thin rain
melting snow
I can't tell you
how tired I am
of your back
and my thoughts
George Murphy
Naked
Naked Pocahontas
cartwheels between
sheaves
of meadow grass
and half truth
history
Little wanton
Matoaka
Turns twelve
Within the rough-cut
walls of sixteen eight
Tobacco men
of Jamestown
elbow through
blue smoke
pulling on
their blackened pipes
grin dirty white
to see...
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...
