Monday, March 28, 2016















  
Activated       
bereft      
emotions             
 like spilled milk       
the immensity of small things   
like a broken guitar pick              
some think otherwise and will drive you to tears if not the actual dairy
but never mind them 
they'll always be there 
ready with a quip                   
coughing in your face 
  
it's free really 
                                    we don't need it any more 
  why? don't you get it
   
                                                the round worn circle on the back pocket of your jeans

      I'm studying to be a x-ray technician at night
                
                  
                             
                  
          

New York City 1983

post-stuyvesant
stacked and
 and
artificially
    aerated
the flowers of Spring
sealed in wax
       then encased in 3 foot thick clear poly-vinyl blocks
  used as target practice
  by the self defense squad of B'nai B'rith
      until the accident
now it's just egg creams, trips to the Cloisters,
and 3rd avenue three card monty



Surreal never
    is
 it's not umbrellas
     and sewing machines
   what is Surreal
who cares anyway
 fuck surreal
            hungry baby?
   is that surreal?
your mom is surreal
 this dirty blanket?
 that's actually not surreal
   that just needs to go in the wash
hmm

Sunday, March 27, 2016

climactic 
intrusions 
forced extrusions 
  polluted 
and 
pillaged 
great wads of cash
spilling from your eyes 
 stupidly 
too many 
too too too many 
and yet more 
on their way 
 hello
how are you 
why am i reading this?
 you're not 
you're really not

Saturday, March 26, 2016

seared
swank
and starred
barred 
   de-starred
pytolemy
 peruvians
bearing fruitless
   bounty
         sweet echelon
mercury in retrograde
     sweet Jupiter 
farming
for
skies
  and circles
     there's no truth
 the words
    you use
 we still see
   we still hurt
      there's a beautiful idea
       the song of the siren
                strapped
as you were
   to the light pole
              just a shadow
of your former self
         still walking
drinking
farting
 buying burritos
     shopping online
         those are nice sheets
     

Sunday, March 20, 2016










Naomi Palladium on Arches Buff ©1992

















Dawn w hat Palladium on Arches Buff ©1992





























Jersey City ©2006
oh
     the
                    merry

 blickity

    black
  have

 you seen?


oh sweet sweet

MERCY
  the blickity
 the blickity
                              the ivoire
       dans le ivoire
       


              I have seen your face
        shadowed
 in the night
        were you hiding?


                                 my word
is


                                  the blickity
                                             black

  step up now
          raise your hand
                                          show the cards
                                                           
                                                                 dans le ivoire

you can't sing
              for me
                                                       
                                  your head knows no love
             
                   you are the enemy
of my soul
                   
        sweet black blickity
     stickity
                     strident
      tiered
        remote
                            go now

GO!
 

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Thursday, March 10, 2016





















Armory Show,  New York ©2006



















San Francisco ©2016
Lightning bug zapper
       queen Elisabeth
the portuguese rapper
             hey that rhymes
   so now i'm a poet
         spare me the sidewalk
    i can talk
     spleen machine you got
oh baby it's hot
     driveby machine
 did i say that
     don't be mean
         its a thing
                  spit and rinse
            you chintz
              the flapper
 in purple
           ain't no rhyme for mauve
or purple
  the perp will
   strive
      for flies
                 zip it
 mister split lip
   walk the walk
      cerebral balk
                         i'm making it up
    Geronimo's
        a fierce pup
   shtoop too low
         get some mo











Road Trip; Misti & Ebay ©2006 

























 Interstate 80 near Laramie, WY ©2006









 Jerry's artwork  Teaneck, NJ ©2006










Frank O'Hara's Grave,  East Hampton, NY ©2006

 

Wednesday, March 09, 2016

blistering 
blimey cakes 
 wankers! 
    and toffers 
      fuck right off 
                        and get stuffed
oh dear 
 what side of the road am I on?
                  fuck that 
 we are all dying 
                            send a box of candy 
                  to yourself 
   and read a good novel 
     IB Singer
       or Calvino
                 Moravia
 or  
  wth? 
 my mind's gone blank
        Puig 
(pooch) 
    Still there's room for more cursing 
   I've had it!
you can take the whole lot of it
                                                 take it all and burn it out behind the bathroom
 some fuckwad will call the cops 
            and then we'll get 
shot dead in the street 
 like a dog 
   (dog would get treated better) 
 still just take it
please 
     it's cluttering up everything 
     that was once good 
 and pure






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There is no memory
of the pure
   those are lies
             synaptic prozac
                   eat well
        drink
         sleep
         shoot baskets
 and
      run with the dogs
        lay down in the
             sideroom
and sleep
          wait for grandpa
                    he'll be home soon
                             the tv is on




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I slept
 and I'll sleep
 some more
       It's dark now
                         and I can hear the rain
                      The light is on in the kitchen
  and it sounds like someone is cooking bacon
                                                                     smells like

                my face is hot
                I'm going outside to smoke?
              I'll stand in the doorway
                                                     and look in Mrs. Robinson's window



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FROM the Notebook- 
If I were 
alarmed by 
the morning dove
of Death
it would not be as 
I put the dogs 
water bowl down,
it would not be as I turned 
on the gas to heat 
the water in the kettle 
for my coffee.

If I were 
alarmed by the 
morning dove
of Death
it would be as I pulled 
on a black sock 
and wondered 
where my 
wallet was.




Icarus

I left my leg
on the precipice
crossed over to the
Land of Nod
down stairs,
stone, and wet,
hair dripping
windows without glass
smells of cabbage
cooking          
a baby screams
my feet are calloused
I break                    
and steady myself
I think I hear them
      no, just my imagination
I keep moving over
downward toward the
sun.                        





From the notebook-

mirrors
of emblematic
deceit-
held up
at gunpoint
or forced
from the road
to the side-
searched
handcuffed
+ left in
a ditch
yelling
come back here!
but no ,
it's more of
a political
thing

like when
you're standing
naked in front of
the newspaper and
it laughs at you
and addresses you
"hey dumb ass can you
believe this shit?! Are
you the only one paying
attention, nah, what
a joke. A fucking
joke. Hah-hah!"
and you feel there
is something dreadfully
wrong because no one
notices, they just order
their non-fat, non-dairy,
decaf latte and
make a call because
they have too many
minutes on their plan---








































Paris ©2013











Brittany ©2013



Tuesday, March 08, 2016



There was no nothing
it was
   all
something
 he tried to
make something
 and it was
never nothing
    something
     was
 he thought
 something
   that would never be nothing;
the dark place was in his head
     it was something
         they prescribed something
and it seemed like nothing
  he could have laughed about it
     but he decided to get a beer
and forget about it
nothing/something










Paris ©2013

Sunday, March 06, 2016

Down with the Mercury 
somethings afoot
speed with 
                       the quick and the dead
  unheralded
                 stowed
 and sartorial 
                     swift thoughts 
                      what's to be done
               painting in corners
                         rain rain and more rain
   this bed boat 
    is afloat 
                  steering the skies 
on dream waves
the
 cold air 
  is bracing 
                                            but the rain is getting in
 

Saturday, March 05, 2016

Friday, March 04, 2016

stormy
steadfast
  steering
 the benign
        repast;
 cogito
      botswana
       are you with me?
unfortunately stomach hurts
      el nino was supposed to be here
    sad
 he may have been evicted
    lost san francisco
  fading away
      never to be seen again
      not even the fog remained
down to the uptown
  to play a game of pool
  or the five hundy
something has to give
 thank god for the drinkers
 

Wednesday, March 02, 2016