Tuesday, July 29, 2014


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?

Sunday, July 27, 2014

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

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Saturday, July 26, 2014

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.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Cat Power - Willie

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

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.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Yesterday's Joy

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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Arthur Russell - Keeping Up

Monday, July 14, 2014

Fancy Town

Friday, July 04, 2014


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.