#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

#376. oscawanna (ldw3

September 5, 2010

hazy on
the hudson
where its a river
clearly the lake nearby
and the leaves on the water
floating knowledge of the future
in the beauty of decay
and the delicate pleasure in time

#375. max and yetta (ldw2

September 4, 2010

lower east side
hard buzz
labored middle
knowing everyone
is here with me frantic piece
work peace the best that can be done?

i can smell the burning clothes
still i share the sorrows

#374. labor day weekend one

September 3, 2010

which is it
that my ancestors
fought for sold thier kids on
dreamland or america the thief
medina of gold or thief of dreams
i know what my grandfathers would say

work harder

golden aroma
all over your space
soft little matzoh balls
flowers in a vase
carrots and broth
to bring a smile to your face

yiddishe alchemy
to move your Qi

moving straight into the past
pushing through the allen street ghosts
each street tossing my collective
dna consciousness
delancey
grand
canal
reverbrate
with the ship’s horns
and bells off the east river
pushcarts rattle around my bus
mournful yiddish cries
with old women in kerchiefs
about ice
and vegetables and shmuel
is in trouble at home again
and the smell of veal parm from the west and the chinese ducks hanging
irish brogues
rogues and cops eyeing
each other across the asphalt field
that sumbitch has good ale
and its down to sloppy louies for the fish fried or broiled
beat beards too with indecipherable
visions also mumbling into their papers
the atomic bomb blows time
returns forward
and so does my mind

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