Hundred and Seventy six 10.12.16 Walt Whitman O You Whom I Often and Silently Come O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire … Continue reading Walt Whitman – O You Whom I Often and Silently Come
Month: October 2016
Worried
Worried Her strong smile dark brown eyes and endless power as the matriarch. yet she "allowed" me to leave when I was just a boy. I still remember my mom's worried eyes watching me leave it's been more than a decade now, since the day I have left, and we all knew that I am … Continue reading Worried
Transport
Transport She knew that she has to go That she cannot be in this part of the country that she cannot be in this city surrounded by everything that she knew if she could she would have leaved her body behind too rip open her chest let the soul come out drenched in blood in … Continue reading Transport
Charles Bukowski – oh yes
Hundred and Seventy Five 10.11.16 Poem: Charles Bukowski oh yes there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late. • Rant: Last night, I went to bed only a 6 years old boy, … Continue reading Charles Bukowski – oh yes
Broken
Broken Broken As the broken window is unable to stop the flood of light let your heart remain broken a while who knows maybe a hummingbird will come singing to drink from your fountain or a traveler seeks refuge there. Once broken your heart now open. heartbreaks are not too bad, no. 10.9.16 Peyman Washington, … Continue reading Broken
Bill Berkson – October
Hundred and Seventy Four 10.10.16 1) Happy Indigenous Peoples Day 2) Phuck Donald Trump 3) The Poem: Bill Berkson October I It’s odd to have a separate month. It escapes the year, it is not only cold, it is warm and loving like a death grip on a willing knee. The Indians have a name … Continue reading Bill Berkson – October
Jump
Jump Does it ever get better? When you roam from one city to another, and when it's not as romantic as a Dylan song and you are not as dangerous as Cash While you wait on the line until the next U-Haul representative picks up the phone, and you are surrounded by boxes (When did … Continue reading Jump
Allen Ginsberg – Homework
Allen Ginsberg Homework Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I’d wash my dirty Iran I’d throw in my United States, and pour on the Ivory Soap, scrub up Africa, put all the birds and elephants back in the jungle, I’d wash the Amazon river and clean the oily Carib & Gulf of … Continue reading Allen Ginsberg – Homework
Rock
Rock On the coast of Pacific Ocean in Mendocino county, California stands a cliff meditating for millions of years. I dreamt once that I, too, was a cliff an immense rock formation 371 feet tall on the coast of Mendocino washed by rain kissed lavishly by the waves wearing a moss coat, softer than velvet … Continue reading Rock
Lost
Lost Tomorrow I will get of bed, (Probably alone) Out of luck without my lucky coin And I will drink too much coffee, Then I will touch my kidneys and liver and thank them for bearing with me for another Friday night, another week. I will go get lost on the streets as I often … Continue reading Lost
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