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To a Noble Mind O’erthrown
Posted on April 2, 2014 Leave a Comment
You must have been confused again, just south of Glenwood, waving to me last night from Westinghouse with its windowless maws. You rose from parkway pangs and underground radioactive molybdenum, spewing yourself -fluorescent and faded- before broken remnants of time beneath exit 148. I know it was you. I caught you as you glinted off […]
Shock
Posted on March 31, 2014 Leave a Comment
Fog-lit halos ignite from darkness, astonished by persistence, admonished by perseverance. Stun and sun are hand in hand in bewilderment, only half aware of perfunctory alarm. No surprise, no shock advised. In the past are feet up recollections of diet Cokes fizzing next to ACLS manuals, heads up, 5 Hs and Ts, lingering rescue breaths […]
The Ride to Ithaca
Posted on March 28, 2014 Leave a Comment
Music box plays Close to You; you still hear it on the last tick- the one where you wait, and then one last note jumps out, leaves the end hovering, finished only in your head. With copious notes carried around, scribbled minutiae- nonsense, really- Nero fiddling while Rome burns, I’m reminded how the Empire State […]
Hudson Terrace
Posted on March 27, 2014 2 Comments
Meanwhile- just across the river- contemplated, anticipated is always how the folly rings- abounding, resurrected and in venturesome darkness. There is peculiarity in the unbounded rhythm so flayed and flawed in its own fragility, rounding the turn peeking out from behind the building- glinted, blazed in sunlight bridge- adorned as it jumps up each morning […]
Tin Ceiling
Posted on March 27, 2014 Leave a Comment
I am no storyteller – yet I tell myself this story endlessly. The lights in the evening windows are truths gloaming and tell again of a place, where underneath the geometry of a tin ceiling – before over-painting and time muted its sharp lines – the smallest is there, a composite of a coming supernova, […]
Factory of the Elite
Posted on March 25, 2014 Leave a Comment
Fatal lip gloss girls pucker self-conscious memories in a deep twisted taste of twinkling blush. Sinking that tooth in my bottom lip, fighting those tears of exhausting expectations harbored for mere mortals like myself, in the hollow trench sloshes astringent acceptance of standards inhumanely high -too high indeed- even unattainable, for the awkward and ill […]
Nonna
Posted on March 21, 2014 9 Comments
After The Edge of Night, but before Mike Douglas – the black and white snowy antenna leans sideways out the sunlit kitchen window, trailing dust motes above the sink – the lunch dishes are almost dried. Your grainy skin, with its lost turgor, its ropy, blue-green veins – our family tree traced lovingly on the […]
Sunday for Spite
Posted on March 21, 2014 Leave a Comment
In that half turn from Oraton onto Chester, a boat and a stove kiss in the morning mist off the Passaic, crunchy brownish weeds vying to separate them – bland tang of a sticky communion wafer clinging to my tongue. I run it over my teeth, and look out the back of the Oldsmobile -the […]
Rula
Posted on March 19, 2014 Leave a Comment
Don’t look at me with your how-did-that-happen face, all feathered fake, mocked and melted – reflecting futile damp looks through synthetic and tangled lengths. It’s your hunched shoulders, rounded to knees bent covered, misshapen and strained, that give away your terror; but it’s the waning tremor, retreating dark and raspy – later balanced gingerly, gently […]
Morning Train
Posted on March 19, 2014 Leave a Comment
When I awake with my usual bloody lip salted and curdled in a mutinous fugue of fatigue, only then is every next day of manic perception ushered in. Another day ahead -I pray only for blackness- for to be defined by the monotony of progression is to be emotionally waterboarded. It’s an erratic regimen, erotic […]
A Girl by the Bridge 
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