First Ladies First
The gold on the lamp
is the gold on the chair
is the gold on her cheeks and slitted eyes.
Her skin, scrubbed to red,
the frost on her face matters,
fostered in dungeons,
by ogres and witches...
o shitty guitar
o shitty guitar
we walk down the bowery
down the street
ginsberg orlovsky sitting stoops
holding hands (on the subway) how dare they
beautiful in the heat
daring daring young old me...
A Crushed Pepsi Can Floats Down
your side of the world is flooded
mine is on fire
dropping emptied juice boxes
candy bar wrappers
crusts from sub-par sandwiches
even god has a day job
A Hundred Tongues
A hundred tongues lead me to steer
the impossible far-gone conclusions of a sleuth
chewing on a clue. In turning an inner ear
to the serious nature of plates,
I break one, to see what it’s made of....
Joseph P. O'Brien
Dorothy Parker Will Have Her Revenge on Manhattan
Sipping gin & mercury at dawn's bloodthirsty
light, she hears the harlequins
throb inside their wombs,
and she whispers: "God have mercy."
Below the maddened crowd, ...
Poet in a Shade of Jade
I am so jealous of how poor you are
of how you are poor
your particular stilo pobre
The way you put no cash and
no money together is uncanny
lack of change combined
Thanks to Darryl Alladice
FREEDOM to put lima beans and black-eyed peas together
FREEDOM to take off BB King's watch
FREEDOM to shout "Let's hit it" on every Other beat
FREEDOM to look at everybody whenever yo...
Praise Song for Today
I am writing in praise of sloth, in praise
of doing nothing and by nothing I don’t
mean watching television or sleeping,
I mean doing nothing: no moving about
the house with your arms hanging l...