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Excitable man

exits door slams

hingles rock

baby cradle

kicking

sleep.

Old friends

distant relatives

recount.

determination

gets you nowhere.

Nowhere is where we try to

go.

Investigating green glass

through the late night lens

of a sake bottle.

I decide fate is a fenterational

manice uretyter.

Reading Sarte

one eye peeled

candle light.

ANIMA MUNDI

Glades of

dreamy

purple hue last sun

drops sparkles at

our soiled muddy

feet

Time's beautiful cruelty

On the beatific faces

on the downtrodden gazes

of the people

of the buildings.

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The gang members -

not seeing those who

don't matter.

Reflecting Noon

Passion draws from face

Setting suns never glimpsed by

man , woman perhaps child

gazing reasons inexplicability

crosses face shadows flitting

I don't know.

Parallem

Power less ness

t ing rue st y ore

w air s till always

c ash dreamingof

draw er degeneration

em path t dreaminstead

ee of

youth.

Hmmmm

Fantasy Tries to recapture

innocence.

Why not be it ?

Instead we

pretend.

We know.

Fairy Tile

Sullen beasts chained,

K(n)ights alive ; torrid cities of dreams

He nominates himself king, snatches their freewill reins :

The primal pleasure of simply being alive.

Another one of those things ; cannot be described with mere words.

The man sneezes, his vision blurs, he worries in his darkest-corner that he will someday make a mistake measuring medicine. As rot hit metals covering granary posts, and backtracks. As the crescent shaped star-studded skies radiate a serenity ; Connotations notwithstanding.

cups

skylark troubadour

chevalier of far-

distant equations

(wings)we scuffle metrically

with intervening words

trying to read the

empty lines between

the words

Aserial, multilingual sky.

Dogs tied

up

obsessing

food

leash stretched

no run

Sniff

piss

play

getting

stupid

fat

and

wag - tail

lazy.

NEW HUMAN RACE







The thirst that allows the search to continue.

of the reality zipper, meshing

a confluence of potentialities - feedback whilst one or the other of us puts the

moves on our prey,

(I've seen these toys in magazines and they're quite cheap).

Tickets are on hand, avalanche warnings have been posted.

Your crypto still eludes discovery.

ears pricked

life which is

"The unexamined life is not worth living"

Plato

The life you'll be

fought to morn

the unexamined

Party Plato

said to detail

and shine the wheels of

drove off the cliff.

[GUY WITH A RATTY HAIRBRUSH STICKING OUT OF HIS DIRTY-JEAN REAR POCKET]

trying to hawk two vials of mysterious liquid chemical

to the half-retarded all-night doughnut cashier

as skin-bleached Chicano girl with glorified lunchbox

orders an English Breakfast tea with

a fake accent, and we all can't help noting her

name [Brandy] scribed on otherwise-lily

neck with flowing, carefully appointed

letters. Cops, hassling cardboard box

people outside. Radio, plays cheesy

early-seventies hits. HOBART mixer working

industrial dough overtime.

Inside this flaccid monument

We're all aberrant conformists to a

paramount reality

avidly-avoid

recognize.

ANDREA

Long, slightly curly sun bleached red highlights, streaked henna bronze skin

perfect, smooth flat stomach limbs used-

to running, to liking things; swimming in

tropical oceans, with dolphins effervescent

smiles, dancing whenever she walked.

We sat facing each other in the near-scalding

hundred-eleven degree water, sweat

trickling from temples. The slightest movement,

unbearable.

"There's something quite unusual about you."

(besides your magnetic good luck; where genes are concerned).

"I agree,"

There's honesty for you, I'm thinking - (she's not done yet).

"ever since I learned how tenuous life is

three weeks ago when I nearly drowned."

Life…

Cuts' hard edges, turning to scars - drug over sharp rocks,

time and time again, a heavy wool coat,

the hypothermia pulls her

down.

B-day Meditation

What's it like to carry an aching wound around

inside you? Whose swollen sides pulse

with infection - the crude wire you sewed

one lip to the other with : Hoping time would

heal.

The thimbles of precise pharmaceuticals means and averages for the bloodstream walking fine edges of rationale, fearing abandonment of normal consciousness consumptive panicked bliss, the billboards, the radio commercials, the screaming Hawkin's DJs invoking high-end clipper distortion in the squawk of latest sales better than 50% off the deep subliminal pulleys and mud-empacked cables displacing waking consciousness to the shadowy workings of want, need, neglect. Those mitered angled dimensions of sleep, you wake from, having west west gone, and at he degree of the compass that meets endless water, collapsed, into crisp brilliant stormclouds, sumptuous cotton, dumping gobs of snow.

The grids of meaningless concrete sonnet

the son-Father conspiracy; vibrant chlorophyll peeking through bricks, walks in reality, question the very, and speedy cars holed up in dead ends. Waiting lights inevitability. Echoes of memories of oceans, farmland, and stars, hidden beneath our careful feet, steep hills, garbage, stepping this way, and that.

The spinal chaos, the reality non-sequitor, you will never… as a challenge, few meet. The pie charts and specialists, hovering around bell curves, the careful lack of linger, to meditate, on one, or more issues. That we could sell those things, ferret out worries, sleep in the childhood of waves, breaking the mists of the shore. Curled in the knowledge our brains will jell, and fall to eventual ruin.

*What she learned.

The mists

curl pallid, grasping clutches of sea

blow fair from fowl, winging on the fringes of the horizon

hearing them, honk

the faraway voices of cars

singing down roads

driven by primates, so pleased with their toys

hands of wheels

beguiling puppet shows

captors, and beasts chained, gossamer silk

threads blowing winds

of sadness, while afternoons still young

hot with fever, and fun-

the sand, scorching slow-moving feet

a hint of Venus, still by-

we are demarcated by seasons, by

resplendent robes

the mists curl

around us

Amended, infused

commented on by persons surrounding

thrown out, and deified

scorched by flames

offing and offering

these lives of persons and things

dark waters, falling from skies

drenching all those who'd

wander here.

A small top twirling

wobbling, forever

when will it

fall?

WORLD FAMOUS TRUMPETS SPEAK

FIFTY INCHES OF WIND

Birds peck the ground

amidst a litter of broken glass

and bright yellow danger tape

in morningside park

Dandelions

lurking beneath

austere gaslights, converted to electricity

bow soft ground

and ages

the way of things. Before the

grand cathedral. It's eight second echo

ceiling the

statue of liberty wouldn't stoop

the organist. Describing. Square pipes.

French and German names.

"Best bang for the buck."

Abhorred ears in

the sanctimonious chamber

And then she plays

and tears fall

in the resonant microclimate.

NYCist

129^th

w/its warehouses

and 1920s fronts

yellow painted bricks

at bottom

for safety

blind man's cane

tapping old days

where the reservoir by

the university used

to see

midnight jumpers

naked suppressing

screams of

delight.

145^th and Broadway

Howl in the dank staircase of cracked

tiles, and falling plaster

grabbing slippery handfuls of banister

with its bulky coat of paint

passing sooty, chicken wire windows

looking out on dreary fire escape

courtyards, hemmed in on all sides

by coat encrusted brick, collecting

pollutants through the ages.

King Corner

lit windows silhouette naughtiness

Curtains down, drawn slightly ... aside

Makes the curious wonder if ...

(on purpose?)

Fire Escape

Beckons.

On walking into a room:

The world is a chessboard

count the squares

see the pieces populating

an infinite space

they are telling no secrets

but you must understand the game

enough to realize what a configuration means

at a glance.

Walking around the Bronx car alarms wailing the pit bulls slavering on the ends of glazed-eye leashes, I stare out at unseen stars and pinpoints of light adjusted for innumerable gravitational anomalies, thinking about chocolate muffins, cement trucks, overpowered mini-vans, a freak encounter, that flat-tire entendre. Downtown. That week.

All of time ago.

THIRTEEN

1998

From a letter.

Last heard from:

The Bronx, NYC.

Yea. You feel it here--like dogs own

the night in Kathmandu. Knives and

guns. People high enough not to care.

Twenty bucks - a split skull.

Fair exchange.

All that shit on the friggin tracks.

You see something, and wonder if it's worth

the risk. Depends.

On how hungry you are.

or what is it? Sometimes you justgottaknow.

Those big iron rivets from another age --

rusty, but covered with paint.

Doesn't make any sense. Must be fifty coats

and a hundred years between

here an now.

LA La Land

Sun shining off the blue uniform

slick with sweat. Nick of time delivery

blood everywhere.

Traffic jam.

Custard Enlightenment

Some people believe there is so

many levels of a cake and the cake is

top to bottm. In many perceptions

it is side to side and thus,

there is no "higher" state to

become or

look down

from.

THE CRACKS WHERE THE BRICKS WERE REMORTARED

hard to miss them. But the staircases, just in case

iron black with fifteen coats of paint one

every five of ten years

creaking slightly, in the giant wind

the bolts old lost in the variegate lines the brick

where it cracked - so irregular

see it now? Where they

cracked.

Sudden and Pirate

(for Diana)

Placid River

The wind rustling

Flags

crackers and dip the

cats licking

lids coated

with what we'd lick later if we

hadn't seen

Relentless jumping onto the

table as if we'd spread

the feast for them.

Trellis

arbor

thoughts.