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
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Short Poem No.22
Silent confusion in the red dust cloud. the rumble of fear grows then takeoff!&Down you go,a little wind-up motor in the birth canal at first lightBlack pants, pain in the neck, torn shoe, Saturday.
Short Poem No.21
You think you’re paying for it, but I know you aren’t. I’m as close as your notepad, feel the cashier move ? Always the same, up at six, draft at nine-thirty, the little fucker Biff learns manufacturing or it’s ‘stop tinkering’ That dropper draft your thumbtack, dollars and blowtorch
Short Poem No.20
To her, he is the perfect specimen of time and place,To himself, he is too close to something very wrong. Halfway home she remembers the bracelet in the kitchen,draped on the stained wood chair – she closes the window.I hate these damn boots.
Short Poem No.19
Dripping, she said, and stalactitesor stalagmites, which ones go up?then, near the beach, on a benchcovered in pigeon poo, the green maskswere painless mistakes.Bottle of water, bottle of beer.
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