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hoarfrost sheets
hoarfrost sheets of frozen lace drape the dormant soldiers on Gate Avenue and tinkle, tinkle in the northern dark like crystal memories of Lara’s Siberia tinkle, tinkle sleeping gray soldiers I see your cold breath through the hoarfrost sheets of … Continue reading
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walls have ears
secrets and gossip are whispered with fear— take care for these walls have ears
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The Call
An extended care facility. It is evening and the room is dimly lit. The view is of the side of a bed with the side rails up. A very old Asian man has propped himself up. He is in a hospital gown and … Continue reading
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met a guru
met a guru (yogi, i should say) in a veil and a turban of white from L.A. last night she was a charmer too (is, i should say) she asked us to do many strange things with our bodies, … Continue reading
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spit it out
uhms and aahs with hands in pockets shuffle feet, slightly slouching mumble, mumble something, something— i shouldn’t bother with intros unless i write them i should just read the goddamn poem
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expensive smoke
polka dot crinolines tight skirts smokin’ leather jackets and lettermans t-shirts jokin’ paradin’ drive-ins is pick-up pimpin’ down in whitewall town the ducktails turn goofy hey, wanna get in? baby, come for a ride snuggle up, sweety close to my side … Continue reading
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on Madonna Drive
the leaves are falling on Madonna Drive Mission Hill’s in mist and I can’t see the cross at the top today the old school house is locked looks like it stopped teaching long before this green was planted long before … Continue reading
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sidewalks #3
squatting on the hot sidewalk, feeling ripples in a sunny subdivision, the bored torturer melts ants with the magnifying glass— and pulls the rubber bumper off his sneaker
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R.I.P. to the Rathole Blues
I remember rippin’ through the Rathole that yellow tunnel under twenty-two tracks 109th Street’s downtown rumble with two-way close contact the roar was muffler reverb pedestrians could get soaked a truck once took my sideview as the exhaust vapors hung … Continue reading
sidewalks #2
sidewalk surfers ride over cracks no trouble pink chalk lines, gum— the hopscotch bubble twirling ropes singing double-dutch skipped —and my summer cone is chocolate dipped
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