in the great alone
stuck deep in the thousand eyes
of subway trains
crushed
hope
still
bloomed
the heart of life
moving high in one pair of eyes
in the great alone

#256. poetry

May 8, 2010

understanding
that burdens
are beauty
more poignant
than daffodils
and that truth
matters as much
as breath

then the words must flower
and flow

#197. Angels

March 10, 2010

The angel world
angel street
Babylon arises
in might
every working day
at night
the angel girls
with angel heat
suffer joy
in mad heaven carnivals.
O New Rome girls!

The clouds above New York City
are blooming
like crowds in the late afternoon.

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