INDIGESTION

by March 11, 2009 0 comments

A bad dream pastes a collage of magazine images on the moon, backlit designer names from a stellar platform, but dims all the romance around the world. A woman tries to wake from the mind’s imaginative subconscious, clean the sable brush of light painting the inside canvas of her rapidly moving eyes. There is nothing wet about this rain of …

See-Things

by March 1, 2009 0 comments

The simplest way to say things is to see things: The sun in the back of my head, no timetables for backgammon, women of liquid starlight. That sun was rising I fell. I fell from the center of the carousel; hospitals were hiding time, the world was only horizon. I want to see things but there is nowhere to look …

A QUARTER-TO-12 AT THE MIRAGE ON VALENTINE’S DAY

by February 28, 2009 0 comments

A quarter-to-12 at the Mirage on Valentine’s Day, we sit in the all-night Brooklyn diner and play old songs on the Compact Disc, nostalgic songs of our youth. We listen to “Chances Are,” “It’s Not for Me to Say,” “Misty,” and other songs sung by Johnny Mathis, followed by “My Funny Valentine,” “Fly Me to the Moon,” and “All The …

JOHN WAYNE

by February 26, 2009 0 comments

I loved John Wayne long before I ever felt that way about someone female. Before the melting heart, there was the trigger finger. Before the tingling down the spine, there was the long held breath at the approaching Apache horde. I must have willed John Wayne to a thousand dead Indians before my father informed me, “They’re all just actors.” …

Joe

by February 22, 2009 0 comments

click here to listen to the spoken word mix by 10k Poets (spoken word track courtesy of PAO Productions) Some folks say there’s no voice today that is willing to reach the hearts and minds of the average Joe. You know him. He’s the: The 50+ hours a week with no OT Joe The let’s build our lives on shaky …

There Is Not Enough Time

by February 21, 2009 0 comments

There is not enough time. The days are too quick and the nights are not long enough for me, there is not enough time. There is too much traffic, too many assignments and details, too much talk, too many distractions and inducements, always wanting to be proud, too many crooks with credibility, too few thought meaningful clowns, there is too …

UNCONVINCED

I am always here for days, weeks, before they let me go home. I test the doctors and they test me in a literal sense. I bust a few chops. They medicate me. I become serene. I give in to their ways to leave this place. I leave unconvinced.

There Is No Solace

by February 11, 2009 0 comments

there is no solace. no sun, no window, no beginning or end, no place to hide, there is no solace. there is no solace, no stopping point, no point of reference, no endgame, only the end, to which there is no solace. there is no solace only to suffer passing, painful, burning death in liberation, no solace. there is no …

Too Do

by February 9, 2009 0 comments

There’s way too many thoughts that come swirling in my head too fast, too high to do A string of events still not yet met lead to the next few, expanding imaginings breathing and walking and talking all on their own I become consumed by this swirling madness trying like hell to keep up with the snaking timelines too many, …

ELLIE’S IMAGINATION GROWS LARGER THAN THE UNIVERSE

by February 3, 2009 0 comments

The drive that powers Ellie’s imagination beyond the great expanse is that of a victim who can neither rid herself of a memory nor learn to sidle up next to it and hold its hand. Sometimes six-packs channel this energy into song, into a dance so wild she spills from her banks like a river filled, simultaneously, with rain and …