I am always nervous when I need to ask someone to move out so I can pee. Flight A flight could be your mother holding you after years of solitude. or a heartless job that eats your soul or warm sand that touches your toes or your grandfather's dead body lovers tears and the nostalgia … Continue reading Flight
Frank Ormsby – Moving In
Hundred and Seventy Nine 10.18.16 I often see couples making out in bars or streets when I ride my bike home at nights or read my book at bars, and sometimes it feels like they are making out in a different world in a world that everything has stopped...good for them! Frank Ormsby Moving In … Continue reading Frank Ormsby – Moving In
Escape
Escape It was winter and cold and you never thought I'll write this story, when you ripped your clothes and yelled out of window. We were naked and mad you wanted out your body was damaged and you were hallucinating on dope. Lost Scared In pain and death looked better than anything you had seen. … Continue reading Escape
Relax
Relax Just staying alive is too much This being you is too much your true you your party you Mother you Lover you Father you Friend you Professional you all of these yous too much too much Relax Bad things will happen. That's just life You'll forget to eat the avocado (You'll fall behind your … Continue reading Relax
Tree
Tree Naked. Tall. Raw. Hands reaching to clouds. Head cloudy. Radiant. Rooted. Ancient. Look, a tree is calling my name In this busy city in these dark streets stained with blood loneliness Pills Prostitues Dead drunks in gutters Shit Piss And a Tree is calling my name In this mayhem I go to the … Continue reading Tree
Langston Hughes – Genius Child
Hundred and Seventy eight 10.14.16 You know..can you? ah the feelings! Langston Hughes Genius Child This is a song for the genius child. Sing it softly, for the song is wild. Sing it softly as ever you can - Lest the song get out of hand. Nobody loves a genius child. Can you love an … Continue reading Langston Hughes – Genius Child
Scared
Scared There's a feeling in me a stream running down from my head all the way down to my shoulders, splitting like a delta to chest to my finger tips. My mustache is screaming my eyes are restless, and I think I am scared of something.. it's the Fall death is lurking on street corners, … Continue reading Scared
Mark Strand – Not Dying
Hundred and Seventy seven 10.13.16 After reading about L. Cohen's preparation for death, Bob Dylan being awarded Nobel Prize in Literature, after writing a poem about my mother's worried eyes when I left home, after talking to my sister, there's this nonsense pouring out of my finger... I don't know why : After all those times I've lived … Continue reading Mark Strand – Not Dying
Walt Whitman – O You Whom I Often and Silently Come
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
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