Fruit has gone sour Vinegar drops tainted it So happens now?
poem
Thunder Haunts Our Marquee And Silhouettes
I don't know where you blew in from Could have been from the West, Asia Or dropped in from the stratosphere but What I do know, is that you evaporate fires Each time you rise over my warm brown soil Cool winds discharge copious amounts of rain Drowning bears, roses, cactuses, dogs and rainbow … Continue reading Thunder Haunts Our Marquee And Silhouettes
Half Way There
The damn clock is buzzing Pigeons pecking sidewalks Gray against black People are bustling on the subway Standing packed on a Tuesday The homeless stirring A baby screaming pacifieeeerrr Hands against poles, over bags Their eyes are hazed with dreams Work... Tomorrow will be Wednesday The ride home will be similar Hands against poles, over … Continue reading Half Way There
The Well
I'll dip my creamy stout Bucket into a stone cave Only bubbles stay AG
Sour Milk
For how many days Did you wait on the counter Un-embraced by cold AG
Lavender Aveeno
Five miles away from the screaming sirens and Puffing yellow aluminum horns of Manhattan We shared a tapering white marshmallow cloud A frail hued lamp guarded our sealed doorway Cloaking the cheerful banter of our clothing As they gently kayaked down the East River Laughter gleefully shoveled itself into scooped pillows Giving way to hushed … Continue reading Lavender Aveeno
One Last Song
You danced all night long Hudson beats couldn't keep you down Now party on clouds
Half of the Half
he died his shoes won't have to be double laced any more bottle filled or Gu packed he died somewhere on Ocean Parkway underneath the Saturday rain surrounded by all of Brooklyn he died with thundering cheers in the air rubber soles in the pavement and kids on their toes for a glimpse he died … Continue reading Half of the Half
The Puppet
Nine oak fingers Chipped yellow clogs Fire red suspenders Shaven blue trunks Rusty squeaky knees Nickel strings missing Julio’s curled away Inside Oscar’s bench It lies underneath A deflated football Bent plastic bat And torn quilts
Drive
Driving down a seemingly clear road Going ninety five with stripes torpedoing under Clouds blurring like green and brown gasses Tree's, faces in a large cheering crowd Cold air was colliding with the windshields Causing deep thunderous crackling rumbles Tires were weightless on the silver Accord I couldn't feel the feathered grey pavement beneath As … Continue reading Drive
The Eclogues 
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