#377. no place like it (ldw4

September 6, 2010

the crowds
and kids are gone home
the rivers run singing quietly
the city’s spirits rattle
echo down worn hot
cobblestone mazes
and cool rooms
call me to my
sweet bed
and you

#351. manhattan trancer

August 11, 2010

streets are filled with ghosts
time is very unstuck here
between the rivers
harlem east
hudson

its always the past
and always the future
thats what makes this city
the city of right now so poignant

heat rivers brownstones
garbage dog walkers cops talking
hot steam curling out of grates glowing
highrise windows by the dos passos millions
definite girls in infinite sandals astride bridges
ball parks all paths for me in the musing vortex

time chases me
spins me
yes

#339. estuary breeze

July 30, 2010

with the asphalt
soft under foot
the afternoon
sun begins to
change hue
intensity
lessens
yellow
to blush
rose flame
crimson rays
orange through
the city canyons
to the cool hudson

#314. return

July 5, 2010

in the distance
the north country
is our shared memory
joy and fun and reflection
on our fragility as a community
the massed primal beast and home
looms thru the heat haze in its amazing
estate of life from lovemaking to last rattle
i understand that of all the fantastic
endless universes whose corner
i turned at this is the one
which works out to be
the best i’ve ever
known

#158 Th Woman (more)

January 30, 2010

Th woman
to curl cool
nourish plant poet wolf

the red rises flaunts
her stuff passion
as flame

as soil
city bred heavy
as the fine reggae bass

turns all fantasy sails
into elementals
as air

***

curve into lust
a round
lust oil
desire finds the sun
tan worlds.

#75. Concerning No

November 8, 2009

Concerning No

Caught between the mountain
ranges
and the rages of those
who have lost it all
You shine pinkly.
NEON
lures the easily confused
victims of B.F. Skinners psychology
MAGIC
of the spheres
and the dice
and the video poker machines.
Concerning Reno
who is it on probation
HERE?
It couldn’t be
THE BIGGEST LITTLE CITY IN THE WORLD!!!!
Insecure?
the cowboys proclaim it
the city with Balls!
You might say that
I
couldn’t possibly comment.

RE: no.

Hey Adam

the city my
city our
city awakens
bright lightshafts
illumine the golden graffitti
the shifting Harlem River
then the Hudson
multi-hued october palisades
every leaf a spirit
making
this home.

Hey Adam

Home is behind you
riding backwards toward
tomorrow
letting go
so the leaves
can fall
find thier own home
mulch
dust
worms
and the spring to come.

Hey Adam

So this city
lives on
a train going through it
I still can feel you
riding beside me
you and all the others
into the Endless.

#9/11. Ghosts Of New York

September 12, 2009

Ghosts Of New York

In the rain mists
Not just
Today
But tomorrow
And all those yesterdays.

Native mannahatta
Disappear sold up the Hudson
For a legend and beads.

Revolution and battles
Spirit ships with masts like
A movable forest.

Riots of
Dead irish africans and natives
Artifacts of five points
Pulverized
Give a sharp taste
To the air.

Masses refreshed
Thru labor
Burnt triangle brand
Wispy united girls
Tunnel rats.

Uncountable
those uniformed
War children
Still walk the cobbles
And asphalt
Although their hometowns
Never saw them again.

And the victims and their
Rescuers gather in the null
Spaces
Every day as the tourists gawk
The vendors hawk
And their family’s
Mourn.

In the rain mists
Not just
Today
But tomorrow
And all those yesterdays.

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