Jeffrey Cyphers Wright
I never get mad, I get even —
written in glitter on the broad back
of a fat man’s blue jean jacket.
except the dust & grease. Grace being
a monument not to survival, but to
Moon Walk Blues
I’m not following the moon
The moon is following me
I just want to go home
My hands are closed
But not fisted
For I’m not angry
I pace up & down
To see the secret of summer
After Seeing Bernie Sanders Win the New Hampshire Democratic Presidential Primary
After nine difficult health years dealing with Lyme disease and neck surgery,
I lived long enough to see the first democratic-socialist in...
A fuck buddy will not respect your snot
No strings attached is a precipitous fall
A hook up can leave you reeling on the line
That more enlightened age a filter on Instagram
Don’t get me wrong
There's A Big Moon Over Brooklyn Tonight
There's a big moon over Brooklyn tonight, big as Dino's pizza. There's an angel over Dino's shoulder, she's wearing diamond rings. An angel with a raincoat on, though the moon is s...
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...
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)
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 is an amnesiac moon,
a lunatic laundromat
robbing me of my quarters.
tombstone tarot cards;
ties my pulse
into a hangman’s knot.
She is a forever leaving ship;
my arms ache
Conception of Love
for Leslie Winer
to lie down
on the sidewalk