Tuesday, August 30, 2016


Monday, August 22, 2016

Three Poems and Dance from 1996

Friday, August 12, 2016

Earth Spritz

Earth needs a spritz.
Everyone is spastic
and drips.
Gold bars turn mealy
and diamonds become
spreadable as butter
in a tub.
Let me off
at the next stop.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Oh Tulip


Light rain in White Plains.
The doberman responds to French commands.
Out on the street people are glazed.
All I need is a bed with a pillow
and some nature show about the Arctic.
Have you ever seen Mick Jagger weep?
Me neither.
A sense of the weather
being very present and authentic.
Tumble in the grass
next to the Hudson River
during lunch.
Think about it:
Someone is waking up
next to the ocean
feeling all smug
that they can get away
from something.
On 10th Avenue
I do not abide by that,
I eat peanut butter and jelly
and lift the gates
to show I'm open.

Tuesday, August 02, 2016

Reading at the Dia Foundation with Bobby Bird, 2015