on
world poetry
day

the haves
dancing
still deny
the have nots
on the graves

buried
souls
hurt
thier own
above
the rest

and in my weakness
i write
small lines
and waste
resources
also dancing
with the haves
and the have nots

end
of another
week.
leaving
uptown
for down
subway
heat
ensphered
by crowds
so sweet
ready
for the
Endless
dancing
new york
night.

wax people burning
neuroticamerica.
candle melts with grace.

#205. red crying

March 18, 2010

crying
the tears
drain
the eyes
stain
red
dreaming
the memories
drain
the dreams
stain
red
the dreamer
bleeds
red

somewhere
along
the road

in
the quiet
house
the tick
of clock
time sticks
talks
golden after
noon wears
on

#203. Rommy (for pete

March 16, 2010

Rommy

wasn’t
built in a day.
Give up the secret
in black hair.

Sky and a good friend
drives ya
down
past
red
lips
tick.

Bones to pick clean.

#202. inhabit

March 15, 2010

inhabit
the life
of those
walking
the cobblestones
down town
intimately
possessing
the now
to walk
forward.

the grey rivers
are blue and clear
on any chosen day.

#201. new friends

March 14, 2010

new friends help
seeing me over the latest horizon
i will smile as you disappear
and the us in me
soars the endless

hope grows like manhattan
changes

#200. gold as honey

March 13, 2010

sunday walk
in the sun
march
new york
my dog spots
a wild turkey.
in battery park.
she was all for giving
thanks
immediately.

subway
thou art
riding me to my homepage.
i am the electron
banging thru
the worldwide
with the ghosts
of new york.

see them now.

humble aware laughing
everyday informing
me thru the dark
underground surf.
speaking jostling crowds
of ghosts recognize
me as a trace
a shade in their life
a face in their book
as we connect
they fill in
my moments
in the Endless
subway ride pome.

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