One Hundred and Ninety Five 11.25.16 oh little I am, and how great existence is - thanks for the raw love, Hank! Bukowski in other words the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now here good people with good eyes are … Continue reading Bukowski – in other words
Rilke – Lament
One Hundred and Ninety Four 11.21.16 Rilke Lament How far from us everything is, and long gone. I think the star whose light reaches me now has been dead for thousands of years. I think I heard in the boat that went by something anxious being said. In a house, a clock has struck the … Continue reading Rilke – Lament
[Poem, Colors, Birth]
a poem is coming red red as virginity (is it ever lost?) red as blood dripping from your feet red as this coffee mug, red as the star on your beret, red as the house behind my chest. red red as fire, a poem is coming of the belly mothers, long over due. of the … Continue reading [Poem, Colors, Birth]
Late November
It's November Fall is getting ready to concede the stage to winter and death is sharpening its knife. It's late November, darkness covers the street by five PM, broke umbrellas are in every street corner, and an ugly pigeon is a eating flesh of a dead squirrel. It's the eleventh month of the year, and … Continue reading Late November
From Your Eyes
Happy Birthday Loren Johnson - you wild beast! From Your Eyes DIP M3 IN TRUFFLE OIL PIN M3 AGAINST THE TIME WATCH THE WORLD IN MY EYES POUR MILK OVER MY HEAD WRAP M3 IN SPACE SURF IN MY SPIT FILL M3 WITH EMPTINESS SUCK MY SOUL OUT OF MY NOSE STICK LIVES IN MY … Continue reading From Your Eyes
Basquiat and Sexy Food
Here is a poem in word collage form from a couple of bars, arts shows, living rooms, and the screening of the Jean-Michel Basquiat movie. I live right next to the Catholic University, I sucked Pope's cock. and he's there all the time. I like that you'll like this if you liked that what does … Continue reading Basquiat and Sexy Food
Pablo Neruda – Your Feet
One Hundred and Ninety Three 11.17.16 Pablo Neruda Your Feet When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your … Continue reading Pablo Neruda – Your Feet
William Stafford – Assurance
One Hundred and Ninety Two 11.12.16 William Stafford Assurance You will never be alone, you hear so deep a sound when autumn comes. Yellow pulls across the hills and thrums, or the silence after lightening before it says its names- and then the clouds' wide-mouthed apologies. You were aimed from birth: you will never be … Continue reading William Stafford – Assurance
Lawrence Ferlinghetti The World Is A -Beautiful Place [Adieu L.Cohen]
One Hundred and Ninety One 11.11.16 Goodbye wonderful Leonard Cohen - you were there for me when nothing was there, you were there for me when everything was there. my heart aches, it has been difficult past few days and now you are gone and I am angry and sad selfishly - ah farewell field … Continue reading Lawrence Ferlinghetti The World Is A -Beautiful Place [Adieu L.Cohen]
Miller Williams + Bukowski
One Hundred and Eighty Nine 11.9.16 (Post Election Trauma) America and Friends - I am sorry for what happened to us last night. Scroll down for the poems. what a day - what a sorrow. A day full of tears, despair, sad faces, and awful feeling of hungover caused by excessive drinking to stop the … Continue reading Miller Williams + Bukowski
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