February 2012
54 posts
There wasn’t much we could do at the time
but work and sleep and relocate those things
that didn’t belong, or rather, needed simply
to be moved. I resisted but came to find the
moving a sort of remedy, a cure
for an allergy that erupts
when one stays in a place for longer
then they should. My brother chose to
move his hands across his body, pushing muscles
and legs and...
When Will You Come
“Do You Want New Wave Or Do You Want The Truth?”
To Senna
I’d like to take you bop.
I’d like to take you off.
I’d like to take you bop.
To all the people at the copacabana.
With street dust.
I’d like to take you -
I’d like to take you bop.
To the wheel now.
I’d like to take you
bop.
To the copacabana.
I’d like to take you
bop.
In the afternoon.
I’d like to take you
bop.
To see...
Valentines Day Poem From Mom In Florida, Speaking...
Dear miss detriot
aka hot stuff
meet me at the beach
10Pm
love budweiser
valentine love lines in
scripps Treasure coast
newsp REALLY!!
LM
Lincoln Center
A quinceanera, a fashion show, outside of the church. With Berrigan and Ginsberg this time, out of work and a dollar thirty five for a small coffee and no donut. The train uptown. To lincoln center but no lincoln and no center. No winter without snow. And Jessie. Who painted his jacket white. Looking for coffee with rings of silver black and gold.
“But our particular friends were the rats, that dwelt by the stream. They were...”
– Watt, Samuel Beckett (h/t our own Mark O’Connell)
fascinator
and then it came over from the window out from the street onto the couch and my hat on my head started to breathe and i wondered how long it would take till the music would stop and i would laugh and leave with the wind banging the door against the lock leaving the coffee pot cold and I no longer knew what to expect to fall down on me and then you wrote to me in a language I could barely translate...
tell me, why don't you tell me →
looking back up
On the walls of this apartment an American flag hangs draped with a golden rim of lights that glow with the color that’s missing, the color that runs right up through the roof of this silent city’s virtual glow into that space where we no longer go, back up to that panorama I first found hidden above a driveway in a town covered with trees where I would live, higher than those branches...
