Giddy because of the sweet thing she holdsunder the lights beneath the howling The scoop goes up, the scoop comes downWaffle cones and green beer,one day before your birthday
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Short Poem No.25
Now what’s happened is that the decay has gotten backdown into the gum line and you’ve got to understand, we tried, we did what we could, Champ, it’s got to go.The house tour was like a corral, though the feelings suggest a slow down, the museof youth, a picture on the browning wall.Dear mom, I … Continue reading Short Poem No.25
Short Poem No.24
The silence is broken, a bemoaning of flowers one wilted petal There was a bronze coin in the store window, one gold ring, a silver watch, the bust of a man wearing an old hat, a painting of the old acquedotto in Piazza Signoria It’s time she did something for herself
Short Poem No.23
The theater lights fade to diamondsAs his heart races his palms sweatHe’s been saying lines from three acts into the futureOnly a handful of diamonds can save his ass nowThe heating unit must be brokenbut it’s not what he’s doing up therereading manuscripts left by every tenantof apartment 1R since the seventies.Happy is as happy … Continue reading Short Poem No.23
… walking meditation …
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