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Category: Book o’ Verse
Dreamful swimming, it’s the first
wriggle of morning thought. Something to hold on to. To pull him out. Sharp. He bites– Hold on! Hold on! Tight jaw, reeling in, line stretching, water shake. There’s a bend and a swing. with the whole scene swirling past…
Subway times
Subway ride through a newspaper, flutter express stop and cooked air at the sports section with the concrete pressed straight cold against your feet like there’s no shoe there at all. No shoe to separate the ligatures that spell out…
He’s a truck
A red-cabbed rig flying just above the spires of Golden Gate Bridge. What the hell — right? A truck, aloft? Sort of lovely though for the moment, looking around. There’s a nice stereo and tapes and a bed tucked in…
His hair
dirty gray, piled high like handfuls of baby sheep stacked and teetering. the air sharp with cotton candy drift that leaps toward the understanding part. you can’t hold it back. a pillow he’s reaching for it now to prop up…
Forget not the mud
Forget not the mud caked juice box, those traces of familiar sweetness locked in hannukah gelt coin coverings dented dirtward next to a plate or two of shaded eggplant parmigiana. There was a party here. There were frightened earthworms. Thunder.…
Great-grandfather’s beard
been thinking about my great-grandfather’s beard. I can’t compete with that. Puffy-white sketched lawyer-still. Coffee, ironed tablecloths, small spoons. Not one drop swings loose. Cigars for all. Corona de Luxe smoke drifts over old Europe squares. Sons in perfect pose.…
driving
driving home late telling my eyes it’s just about time to open wide, let in a few headlights reveal the back of my head. clang noises clanging back there still clanging away let the headlights shine on in. 0
A matter of asking
it’s a matter of asking that tape recorder, are you gonna spool this? Do you want to take a sec? hold a sec? paste that moment across some plastic? Cuz I don’t wanna let you go, sec. I want to…
His pals
His pals don’t need much, ya see. They wear snappy hats. Elbow each other at the sight of something, hey! Hey look at that snappy hat! All they want is a patch of dirt to trash. To take off their…