Good Friday Diner
John Greiner
Good Friday Diner
The Louisville Slugger has got his eyes
on the highway and the motorcycle
that is going get him out and up the Hudson I-9
he's just got to go down to Brooklyn
and buy it
and once it's bought th...
Countercurrent
Meg Kaizu
Countercurrent
I ride the subway,
Navigate through the maze
With my eyes closed.
Countercurrent in ancient canal.
I recall your smile,
The tone of your voice
Over and over again.
Your words spin in my head...
Barrio Muerto (Defector)
Joel Landmine
Barrio Muerto (Defector)
During the poetry reading
in the new artisanal soda shop in The Mission
on a block that’s had botox,
a block I no longer recognize,
a man with one leg
in madras shorts and a women’s card...
She
Rich Ferguson
She
She is an amnesiac moon,
a lunatic laundromat
robbing me of my quarters.
She has
tombstone tarot cards;
ties my pulse
into a hangman’s knot.
She is a forever leaving ship;
my arms ache
from perpetually...
Conception of Love
Tate Swindel
Conception of Love
for Leslie Winer
Remember
when we
were younger
When
it was
acceptable
to lie down
on the sidewalk
Our cheeks
pressed again...
Last Time
Lynn Alexander
Last Time
The last time we parted we were getting into our cars
and I remarked how it was such sweet sorrow,
and we laughed, already thinking about next time.
But that would be our last time
and now it’s strange to ...
SKIN HEAD
Michael Rothenberg
SKIN HEAD
This planet needs more martyrs
Yay martyrs!
Sacrificed on the Altar of the Holy Beast
For the sake of the Holy Dream!
Poet Hang, E. 4th St. Ave. B, 1979, photograph by Philip Pocock
Everybody kno...
Attrition
D. Nurkse
Attrition
When we were children our teacher explained the war.
She drew it on the blackboard until her chalk squealed.
The dust of her erasers made us cough. What had she drawn?
Rommel’s pincer movements? The oval m...
Brooklyn
Todd Colby
Brooklyn
The trees in Brooklyn are the same color
as cooked hamburger.
I know the song of the cardinal
and it goes a little something like this.
Pangs twist a belly, until it dawns, eat! The light in
early Decemb...
THE SADDEST MAN ON EARTH…
Alan Kaufman
THE SADDEST MAN ON EARTH...
...ignored how the rain felt
as he left home
for the last time
Wore down
his boot heels
searching for the woman
of his dreams,
but never understood
tha...
