subway poem |
........
In the piss soaked air
of the underground
heels click rapidly on cracked marble
-a declining reminder of a past era
vendors and vagrants
press for coins
their wares and weariness...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Sep 2009 19:26:00 GMT |
wallflowerwildflowerwildfire |
I am a wallflower hanging on an edge in an aquarium filled with muted
light and peering through fire hued fringe at a world that's in
constant flux. I am all awkward movements and uglyduck posturing...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Sep 2009 21:40:00 GMT |
StarGazer Lillies At 75 MPH |
Soft, open, lovely: I cradled them in
open hands
ran shaking fingers over
waxy, perfumed, petals.
And for an instant, it felt like an
answered prayer
a wild heart softly...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jun 2009 09:07:00 GMT |
They Don’t Believe Me |
I like music. I like music a lot. I have been to maybe hundreds of concerts in my life. Lot's of times, particularl...
Posted by on Sun, 25 May 2008 08:57:00 GMT |
elephant |
elephantand it snowedso the streetlightscast us in silverwhen they shonethroughchemical hazeand we didn't evenneed to touchto be warmflash magic wandmade mebebop girl beautifulscaling wallssuspended a...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 03:28:00 GMT |
I done kicked em out! |
Imagine that you are 15 years old. You desperately want to be rebellious. It is your birthright to be a rebel. You dye your hair funny colors, dress in rags, listen to loud, feedback filled music a...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 06:27:00 GMT |
Im Not There (Or why Phillys baby Boomers want to stone Todd Haynes) |
Last night, I had occasion to see I'm Not There. For those of you who don't know, that's the new Bob Dylan deconstruction by Todd Haynes, who directed The Velvet Goldmine. Instead of attempting to b...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 07:10:00 GMT |
All the restless hearts |
Crossing the bridgeBetween falling leaves and earthbound starsMy restless heartwavers ceaselessly betweenthe swell of gratitudeand the ache of remembranceSwaddled safelyin those childhood dreamseach a...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 06:40:00 GMT |
like resticking your shadow with soap.... |
nothing sticks to a surface that's as slick as your anger............
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 21:00:00 GMT |
ghosts |
I used to sleep in my clothes because it made it easier to start having a day. Wed curl beneath afghans and dream in tandem of the newest adventure while Jerry Lewis droned in the background. And i...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jun 2006 12:07:00 GMT |
