August 2009
2 posts
Rain
Inside the rain
I’m standing.
Walking that strange plain;
The one that’s sad and sweet,
Funny and bitter
And incomplete.
I wish this rain would cleanse me now,
To wash away
The tears I’ve shed.
I wish this rain could cleanse me now,
And wash away
The fears I dread.
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Paint Me Lost
I’ve seen you now;
For the brush
Hit paint
And the paint
Hit canvas
And the picture is
Finished
…Farewell.
July 2009
36 posts
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I remember when I was strong.
When we left the Village and jumped on the
Subway
To 125th street.
And we stabbed our veins,
And you told me I was a genius
But I was uncomfortable with that,
And you laughed.
I never told you this,
But when we were drinking our
LIT’s, on familiar ground,
So high we just held each other;
Oblivious to everyone —
And you would say that nobody...
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Pyrrhic Victory
I have to wonder
Why you left me standing here.
I remember when you would hold my arm
And pull me toward you.
You would sigh
in your half sleep
And plead for me not to leave.
But where did I go wrong? What did I do?
You never told me.
Even now, you won’t tell me.
And I suffer.
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Something Else To Get Us Through
Aeschylus with his Agamemnon.
Ovid,
Virgil,
All the way up to Camus
And beyond.
Kerouac,
Wolfe, Thomas, that is,
Chopin and Brecht,
And don’t forget about Garcia Marquez.
Hemingway with his whiskey,
Along with Jean Genet looking for the key,
Shirley Jackson and her Lottery,
And Hegesias’ lectures just might set you free.
Locke and Roth,
Sandburg and Eliot,
The farm and Kesey,
And...
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31st Getaway
Passing dirty streetcorner
After dirty streetcorner,
Long ago.
Squalid geometry.
With all those dissecting miles of asphalt,
Dotted by sewer plates, and narrowed by endless rows
Of parked cars as far as one can see.
Making my way
To that sacred building of self-salvation,
With its Ionic columns and Beaux-Art style,
Where old friends would wait
Patiently
In exalted timelessness among
...
you can judge me, and that's okay
That nightWhen I was kicking the curbAnd you stoodAbove me I knew then thatI had left myIntellectAt the door My hidden geniusHad finally run away,The thing that for so many yearsI begged and bargained to stay. But it’s gone now, and so are you.Farewell to what made me, me.
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That Night
That nightWhen I was kicking the curbAnd you stoodAbove me I knew then thatI had left myIntellectAt the door My hidden geniusHad finally run away,The thing that for so many yearsI begged and bargained to stay. But it’s gone now, and so are you.Farewell to what made me, me.
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How Many Times
Back beat.
Don’t you know that I love the sun
And
Retreat
More often than not.
And for all my books
I still can’t find
The answer
That I’m looking for.
Long roads leading nowhere,
I stand still,
wondering
Why I can’t get there.
How many times
Can I make the same mistake?
How many times
Can I ruin my life
And still face the day?
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Endless Life and Forever Time (1st installment)
Hopping the fence separating Dean and Jim’s backyards, Dean tripped in the darkness and heard Jim’s sister, Tonya, laughing from her darkened bedroom window.
“Nice Goin’.”
“Got nothing better to do?”
“Nope.”
Dean was still a little red in the face when he banged on the back screen door.
“Come on in.” Jim yelled from the couch.
“What’s...
Reach for me
Tongue tied,
you lied
in the common light of day.
I tried,
you lied
in your immaculate kind of way.
I died,
you lied
as I learn to live today.
Reach for me.
Someone’s got to reach for me.
Flux
I think my heart is being kicked around
Somewhere in Brooklyn,
Or some back alley in SOHO,
On some dirty street corner,
Because it no longer lives inside my chest.
And I go down to one knee so often,
And I wish I could say so much more;
But the nights are so dark — and oh my God,
The days are endless.
Why did she lie to me?
And I wonder if their is a lonely woman walking
The...
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Apples
“You smell like apples,” she said.
“Is that really possible?” I said.
“I don’t know, but you do,” she said.
“Okay,” I said.
“They say you read a lot,” she said.
“Who is ‘They?’” I said.
“Don’t do that,” she said.
“I just want to go home,” I said.
“I will take you,” she...
No Exit
…and in my weary solitude
many
realizations have come to me like gestures or
implications
in the night.
Many shifts of soft
summer winds have crossed my brow and have
brought with them
the secrets and myths of
almighty time — and all the enormous cruelties
that come with them.
There is no exit.
…and in my desperate magnitude
all the
pleasures of insidious life
are intensified...
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The Parade
And I say:
that the torments of my soul
are enormous and simple.
And the corridors of my existence
lead backward,
toward unhappiness and bloodlines
that did not consult me,
in the ironies that trail me
like Karma.
And marked upon my past
like the residue of history,
is a discomfort of endless inconsistency.
A psalm, and a truth-rich reality —
a force opposing that of which is...
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I'm not at my best
so forgive my brokeness
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Something Else To Get Us Through
Aeschylus with his Agamemnon.
Ovid,
Virgil,
All the way up to Camus
And beyond.
Kerouac,
Wolfe, Thomas, that is,
Chopin and Brecht,
And don’t forget about Garcia Marquez.
Hemingway with his whiskey,
Along with Jean Genet looking for the key,
Shirley Jackson and her Lottery,
And Hegesias’ lectures just might set you free.
Locke and Roth,
Sandburg and Eliot,
The farm and Kesey,
And...
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Tabula Rasa
I lost all my genius that night.
And all the colors of my mind
ran away,
and fell
to an indiscriminate gray.
All my exploding canvases
woke up and decided
to go away.
And all my poems are now written in a sad,
empty light.
No more fight.
No more sight.
No more little smiles;
a sad broken heart,
in the emptiness of night.
My Toulouse-Lautrec died in a train wreck.
My Dylan Thomas...
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you said
you said I was amazing.
you said I turned you around.
you said I changed your life.
and I remember right where it was.
you slapped me and said to never
forget this moment.
and I loved you for that.
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White Horse
I’m banging around this life
Like I’m in some kind of holy closet.
Light off, head hurt.
My heart has been torn from my chest.
This world has fucked me up.
I’m gone.
It has kicked my teeth in.
And there is no woman on a white horse.
I have so many things to write, but cannot.
I hate being broken.
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nothingmoretosay
Life dragged me
into
a
back alley
and beat the hell
out of me…
and I came out
with
a busted lip
and nothing more to say.
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Rome
And I see her now as Nero as Rome burns.
And my teeth are scattered along some highway.
And we are mad, dejected, lost…
And my name is inscribed and burned into some altar,
Somewhere,
And angels and devils fight over it…and we will never be found…
Ever.
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Chance
High heels,
a wind-swept dress,
hair abandoned in the wind.
And as she delicately sweeps it
from her face
she laughs to herself
as we both enter the store
at the same time.
“Whew, it’s awful out there,” she says,
smiling.
“Yes, it is,” I say,
shyly.
She turns and looks at me,
for a moment too long,
as my warm face slips to vermillion
because her eyes are...
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The Fire That Was You And Me
Kick me.
Punch me.
Scratch me.
Tear my shirt and tell me
That I will always set you free.
Hate me. Love me.
And even look down on me.
Pull my hair
And slap me.
Put your sweet foot
In my face
And tell me
That no one could ever take my place.
I will read all the books
That were ever written in your soul,
All the words
You just couldn’t control.
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Breach
I need someone to reach
into these darkest of nights
and breach
all the loneliness.
Give me your delicate hand
and tell me, “baby, I will love you
more than you could ever stand.”
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Her
The sun slid through the open window
in slices of gentle warmth,
and fell down upon her face…splashing atom-filled waves
and lighting her eyes
as she glanced slowly,
with a soft, sleep-filled smile that watered my eyes
and heavied my heart…and then turned away, content,
and then reached back toward me,
lazily,
grasping at air,
as I watched her delicate movements fade to sleep.
And as...
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Addiction
Another week of not
Knowing
What day it is,
Facing another dawn
On a couch
Disheveled from occasional, anguished visits
As Aristotle’s dictum
Runs through my mind
About all things in moderation
As other thoughts
Crash
Against the inside of my skull
Like seething waves upon
The rocks
Of addiction.
As I drop to my knees
Screaming
To the Almighty
To save me;
Archangels too
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X3 (Atlantic City)
I tripped over the truth
Somewhere between Pacific and Atlantic Avenue,
Coming from my destiny,
Adding to my litany
Of complaints, as I run toward the light,
Holding on to a
Philosophy
That
No one else can see.
Can’t you see my misery?
My subliminal mystery?
Oh, that consistent inconsistency;
My misery
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