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Battle ship greyI’d like to chip that paint awayfrom my January skyto show the peaceful blueunder which I used to love you.I’d like to love a new –may I nowor shall I wait?I wish to knowmy little heart’s fate.
Poetry
Impressionists @ Lyman Allen
I hate your paintings like my grandmother’s sundays in front of laurence welk. You bore -not into my soul until I’m shaken with Rage at your chance at immortality I want mine I want razor blades across your impressions in pastel
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In my countryour people love their country.They fly flags made in other countriesto show how proud they areof my country.
Noah’s Arc
My thoughts are hampered by my penA wretched human invention;a sad intellectual temptationto jot and rotwith the words now solidon paper as fragileas our soulsto be thrown awaywhen comes the daya death certificate to sign -Will my pen outlast this time?Or will another’s make the markforgetting me with the other pigeons in the parkto have coffee … Read moreNoah’s Arc
Things to do in New London
At Town Hallthe crowd stood idly bylike deer in headlightsheads down grazingtrusting look-outson the perimeter of the docile herdwhile, like turkey vulturesthe interested partiespulled apart what was left of the carcasscalled New London.No one said a wordmuted by their fear andmortally afraid of rockingthe electric boatthe pharmaceutical giantand the development arm –maybe their housewould be … Read moreThings to do in New London
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Out on the horizon where the sky dances with the earth, I spent last night dreaming of a love that passed through this life with all the chances of an everyday For possibilities infinite. What blessing is it to know the stranger you will love again and again?
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Congress Heights is a sight of sadness and doom Yet they all seem to somehow get through. Me in my whiteness and they in their blue; which one of us is really getting through this thicket of options in a toothpaste society where more is just more and less is just fighting (hunger) Can we … Read more– Get More –
Wishing for Oblivian
And now, in the East Wing Oblivion! ho-fuckin’-ray! Bra-Fuckin’-Oh! bad room in bad hotel porn on in the background she’s going up and down I’m puffin’ with one hand holding the beer with the other when i clap her upon the head – damn – not a thing to do. i make mental note and … Read moreWishing for Oblivian
Sunday Night Comming Home
It’s a day if it’s any day and today is one of those – working stiff calling out working stiff pressing down picket fence, lawns, swings suburban dreams. hallucinogen in twilight’s forest gleaming last night last night of hoo-rah first light of going home. Cadillac dreading mold mildew – not frames – keep it up … Read moreSunday Night Comming Home
Happy
Win and I talked last night I wish you’d have been there. We spoke of friends & friendship and this culture lacking love. We went on about our questions to devine our true selves – —gay or straight, bent & broken. We agreed the greeks knew best. They knew that gay was happy with the … Read moreHappy