A creaky brown door ushered them in Glove warm gray floors cushioned their steps The dog saw him kiss her peach pale neck Then press hips; darkening the stamp In the early morning the shadow was gone Ag
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Bite Size
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Hunter Mountain On A Saturday
It was five degrees today, with a crisp slapping wind Brown eyes watered, cried while being interrogated Dry pretzel fingers cuffed to icicled black gloves Nervously smoked like frail perspiring cigarettes I still poured through the snow; Bustelo riding on leche Amaury
After Work
My D train was full and shivering today Elbows fought for space on the pole while Others tried to squeeze in; creating spaces That were not there just three minutes ago This seems to be the winter norm now Transient mixed cattle being transported On powdered rails of smooth hammered steel We are all trying … Continue reading After Work
The Plate
Caribbean platanos in a large white blue rosed plate Tsssts, Tsssts frying pan stirring on Saturday morning The aroma of yellow sweetness dancing Bachata I tried to seal one or two Sacking San Francisco during the rush Tried to kidnap those golden coins But a wooden spoon always swooped down They were not alone Tsssts, … Continue reading The Plate
Kate
This is the loveliest beach I've ever seen The sands are soft & white; slightly freckled Fallen blue crystal skies grasp umbrellas below As soft warm winds with a sweet scent of salt dance I’m watching cigar brown piers chat with docked boats While Alewife run through her gargling ripples
Falling
That stone slipped by, then smiled at me on the way down Bladed grass, crumbled brownie worms & polished onyx beetles with wizard wand legs clapped then adjusted antenna's for better views My knees, retracted gears on a plane smashed down right then left, even small pebbles scurried out-of-the-way like a crowd fleeing bumbling bulls Flapping arms … Continue reading Falling
Reading My Sappy Poems
With slightly less black hair uptop But a modestly higher salary below I sat reading my old linty poems Shaking my bearded head every time I used "nobility, time, darkness, anger shadow, honour, wisdom and mortal" I noticed my emotions ran wild like Feral cats hunting in a mouse shoppe By carving spring loaded … Continue reading Reading My Sappy Poems
The Eclogues 