#326. commerce

July 17, 2010

dawn stalks me
and stalls my dreams
the red light breaks
my heart with its strength
the dog licks my toes
i rise and put myself together
for another drab day
of doing deals

the sweet evening seems so far off

sweet and sweeter
dreamin’ in bed in brookland
by the side of my lover
day dawning bright morning
naaaathin’ to do
but hang with you
the whole borough
beckoning
gently
as the rain
which may come
later

#125. Brainsavers

December 28, 2009

i surf
the evermounting wave
each night
time traveling
until the dream
turns to dawn
and i awake
in the future.

#37. Mr. Ed

October 3, 2009

Remember how
when as little little kids
he’d give
us some small job
to do.
Like organizing the pop bottles
in the basement of the old Congress Market
and however much you did it was enough.
No judgment but thanks.
Or
he used to make egg nog for the customers
at christmas.
He put such sweet energy into
that punch
of course no one could make it
like him.
Once, to make me feel included with the guys,
he labelled a can of beer (falstaff)
and put it away for 7 or 8
years until I was twenty-one.
I loved the way he kissed my neck
when we hugged.

At sunset and at dawning
the shadows are long.
Even at noon or midnight
Uncle Eddie’s shadow
is long in my life.

I love him always.
I miss him too much.

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