Filed Under: Poetry
A late night journey home
Flashes of poetry and regret
The latest obsession blasting in my ears
Looping repeat one
Musing on the evening’s events
I rub my tired aching head
My hands hold the odor of end-of-summer sweat,
five cigarette’s smoke and whiskey I shouldn’t have drank
The street’s occupants
craven, bizarre, some beautiful
Studying one another from blurry searching eyes
Advertising grotesque anonymous sex
The smell of rotten fruit and fish and beer
waft with the intensity of tornadoes…
Filed Under: Poetry
We defined Hate
She and I
as light bled into the serotonin soaked morning
Hate! we decreed, sleep and disparate longings tugging at our eyes,
Hate is the feeling of full Love and understanding
that leaves you in a state of repulsion…
New York
Your repugnant streets of filth and spasm
make me Love you and understand you
all too completely
New York
Your Bodegas
no-star five-star low-end high-end slung together
in a Bazaar of glut and orgasm
New York
The place where I fell out of Love with the Old
and fell in Love with the New
New York
The place where I found a thin slice of enlightenment
reading in parks
wandering, searching, vomiting in streets and
worshiping to self-made gods
with glorious dance dance dance
New York
Where I met myself, forgot myself
and then remembered everything with too much clarity
that I once again forced myself to forget
New York
Where I learned truth isn’t for anyone
but the mad, the lovesick, the awkward and the lonely
New York
Home of the Ginsbergian Moloch(!), the Orwellian Future, My Great Longing
and the dreams of Millions
all frustrated, broken yet endlessly hopeful
New York
Home to the heart, mind and body that I Love
for the shortest interval imaginable
ending before its begun
What have I done!
New York
Home
I Love You
I Hate You
I Love You still, in spite of this
New York
Home
I must leave you
and learn to Love you less
Filed Under: Poetry
I want to list the things I love with you
the humor of dogs
artificial light on rainy days
a perfect pear
the skin of your arms, legs + back
I want to lie down with you
speak to you through action
engage in deep silent discussion
sing in unison
say everything through passionate silence
I want to laugh with you
revel in the way your cheeks dimple
jest devious inappropriate things
crack-wise
delight in the humor of the world’s folly
these lists and things of and with you
please god take them all
all these unrequited, overtly strong, frivolous things
the root of my impulsive recklessness
compelling a desire to feel numb
Filed Under: Poetry
Wracked with desires you cannot speak?
Writhe unquenched between solitary sheets
Need two lips you cannot kiss?
Negotiate want in singular dark
The timid find the lonesome truth
The bold will win and they will lose
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Passing East to West to East Side
We’re always East or West of Somewhere
Delineations, small bits and digits
to give us comfort.
I’m East.
I’m West.
I’m I. Comfort.
Here, I say, take this finger. It’s a digit, too.
No thanks, you say, it’s shriveled and smells funny.
That’s true, I say. But that means its precious. One day we’ll be shriveled […]
Perfect moments. Quiet walks through parks, Central and Hyde.
Remembrances and visions of ghosts.
The void was plain in those spaces and I embraced it as though it was the time of my death.
Death. Embrace of the void. Acceptance most plain and final and joyous.
We are nothing. We are everything. We are all and none and in […]