Vacation
Sean Flaherty
Vacation
It was a hot, long, necessary three days:
my wife was eight months pregnant
and the pressure was on at work
but I had to leave that behind –
more than a year had gone by
and I hadn’t visited my mother
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Subway Pome #56: Marcy
Sean Flaherty
On Marcy Avenue,
beneath
the above-ground
subway platform
for
the Jay, eM, Zee
a
teenage girl
bounces her
very large
breasts
in
barely a bra
beneath
an
orange T-shirt
a size
too small,
at Havemeyer,
she stops
and bounces on...
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Lean on Me
Jose Padua
Back then sausage, eggs, hash browns, and toast cost
under three dollars for br...
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For The Saints And Angels, Miles Davis, And You
Jose Padua
Miles Davis was a skinny motherfucker, a bitter and often mean man.
I have always been a little on the stocky side and while o...
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145 South 4th Street
Sean Flaherty
In the span
of three months:
my friend's wife died
in a car accident,
his infant son
was diagnosed with
brain cancer
and the company where he worked for twenty years went
belly up.
Considering the
fragility implied by this,...
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Crack
Jose Padua
I can’t tell whether the flowers are falling or
floating in this painting just as I can’t tell wh...
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Weeks After the Tsnumai
Lyn Lifshin
LETTER DAYS AFTER THE TSUNAMI
the last few days
everything was in
chaos. When I close
my eyes, I see dead
bodies. When I open
my eyes I see dead
bodies. Each of us
must work 20 hours
a day. I wish there
were 48 hours in the...
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Virginia
Jose Padua
Let happiness lie like a dog on your lap,
Virginia, state of green, state of mountain
roads, and tackler of new centuries, but
don’t get upset if we leave you. Virginia,
let your vagina set you free or get out ...
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Eve To The Serpent
Bonny Finberg
Smoking star,
listen to me.
Call the stain
to your hand.
Go-I’m ready
to burn.
Has caffeine
a tiger’s kiss?
Be wild,
shove the
sequestered
kiss with force
and school me
in your pause.
Is this
blood
clean as
the sea?
Make...
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P-Funk Reshapes the Landscape of the Redneck Town I Live In and Other Acts of Reformation and Reconstruction
Jose Padua
Behind the wheel listening to P-Funk in my new neighborhood
the blank stare of the shirtless Larry the Cable Guy lookalike sharpens
to crystal clarity as his lazy slouch straightens up into a confident
strut and the words ...
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On These Days Driving
Jose Padua
Perfection is all those horrible old love affairs
they tell their latest lover about in bed as they smoke
ci...
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Poem
Ice T Spit on My Foot & other poems
Sean Flaherty
Ice-T Spit on my Foot
I have been going
to night school
after work
so I can learn
some new things,
to broaden myself
at forty-three,
I met this roofer
at school
who told me that
all the roofers and electrician...
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Self-Portrait as Dennis Hopper’s Frank Booth from Blue Velvet
Jose Padua
After turning on the television one sleepless early
summer night, I realized that many of the sounds
I make, as a re...
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MacArthur Park
Jose Padua
When I was a kid I thought
that the greatest record ever made
was the 1968 mod orchestral rendering of
of Jimmy Webb’s lost love opus, MacArthur Park.
For me, MacArthur Park was a flash of wisdom, an epiphany a...
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Davy Jones' Locker
Jonathan Shaw
Journal Entry, Buenos Aires.
The innocence of the lambs, the shattered glass in voices, the screams of anger and dizzy despair behind the words. Dragons and demons behind the terror and joy, the hot dog goes down, spirit...
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