Riding the waves with my father at the Jersey Shore, I feel seaweed wrapping around my legs and taste the salt water of the Atlantic Ocean. I am eight years old, and I love the ocean smell and the glaring hot ...
Let’s Get Rid of Nature
(for Peter Christensen)
Nature, you’re just a bad mother.
Provoker of cycles of neverending
Thickening and thinning.
Emptying and refilling.
You’re just a sentimental journey you sentime...
in the distant darkness
an ocean crashes
it is silent
you stand & look at waves
as if they were a fatal dream reality
pity, charity or love of any kind
do not weig...
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, ...