Blare

I limp up Bergen Street like I'm made
of balsa. The taco shop is blazing. I have
full bloom status. I make good sunshine.
I'm not about harm anymore. Thick
as myself, that armload is a menthol
blow. Breezy reductions, past failures,
the lure of the night in most situations.
My goal is morning. This blare is making
me change shape. Want more?

A hand. A hand with a bird in it. A hand with pencil in it waving goodbye.

For Audio: place cursor over image and click the "x" next to the speaker image. Remove cursor from image to have an unimpeded view of screen.

Governors Island - New York City Poetry Festival - The Poetry Project

Left to Right: Micah Ling, Angelo Micah Olin, Billy Cancel, Todd Colby, Maribeth Theroux, Emily Skillings, Dorothea Lasky.

Cat Power - Willie

A Wee Smidge

That sound you hear in Brooklyn
is everyone really showing up
for work. Needless to say, we are
all a bit tired, like we wish
it was the next day. There there.
You invented a revolution that only
works for you. Willy Wonka was built
on the idea of an heir or a legacy.
Can't you see I'm burning? Out in the open
a dear wound vibrates. With the right
bandwidth it could be the 19th century.
Mayakovsky's dyslexia is well known.
Everything is happening at once, literally.
This morning I woke up and made a list
of my top 10 worries and then I rooted around
in the junk drawer. Brook's ghost. Albert's Ghost.
All the water I use in a year could fill
this apartment up to the ceiling twice.
Anything that makes you laugh is true,
and you know it's true. I am genuinely going
to and fro in 3D. Fade out.

Yesterday's Joy

Click image to enlarge.

Arthur Russell - Keeping Up

Fancy Town

#30

Speckled orange like Sudafed
tablets ground over a cup of stewed carrots.
All the wedding cakes are moldy
and people are fingering
what remains of the beef.

Let them all in on a secret
best kept in a locked drawer
with bees for honey and info.
From the start: a mild pickle, and
from what I gather, a toast with milk.

Polish the liver. Bring organs
to a sheen; what the lion eats first
is up to the lion. The units
of measurement of the nutrients
in my body are now available for consumption.