1:33 a.m. Tuesday night;
playing on my cable T.V.
it’s like we were destined to be entwined,
Coleman and me,
so basically, nothing ever happened in-between –
no J.F.K. boning half of Jersey
to get his mind off Bays with Pigs in them,
no Flock of Seagulls or gas shortages
for Austin Powers to mull upon,
just Coleman Hawkins finding his way to me –
first fade to black,
I’ve grabbed my spacesuit and enthusiastically attach it,
there is much for Coleman and I to catch up on when he returns
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I have watched the leaves turn colors.
Now, with frost, they lay dead on the ground.
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KEEPING MY APPOINTMENT WITH MY ATTORNEY ON A GORGEOUS DAY
School is in session,
Time for another life lesson on the living of life:
Small trees bend from the pressures of an invisible partner,
The wind takes the lead during an unrehearsed tango—
A day of bouquet beauty.
Two young men skate board warriors with tattoo armor
Scroll down the steep asphalt city hill.
I look to the pastel blue sky.
Am I looking at it or looking through it?
Its beauty is my bookmark.
I chose my attorney by the appearance of his desk,
The picture story relief, an atlas of events carved into wood,
Tree rings of life beneath layers of dark stained beginnings.
When will this fiasco end? I ask
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And the answer he knew I wanted to hear,
Soon, with hopefully attached loosely.
Lorie, you want to see me clearly
through this joy of my naked body
avoiding the sweat of my emotions,
just breathing on my neck
rubbing this baseline of my groin-
will not find us here again.
Go away, leave me thinking
louder than your breath-
body moves quietly
in a lazy sway of indifference.
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Safety Instructions for the Twenty-First Century
You probably won’t look like the real you. Stay calm when you come upon it. Face it and stand upright. Speak firmly to it. Do what you can to appear larger – raise your arms or open your jacket if you’re wearing one. You want to convince it you aren’t prey and may, in fact, be a danger to it. Give it a way to escape, but if it attacks, don’t panic and run. People have fought it with rocks, sticks, caps or jackets, garden tools, and their bare hands. So remain standing or at least try to get back up.
Ashes Have No Memory
The man crossing the street carries a ruler in his pocket to measure the passing of time. He has nice clothes, gold chains. But even so, he may be in trouble, may be on the run, may have no future in Lithuania. All he can see is eyes. He tried to lock up time in the eyes of lovers. “It has to look easy,” he said. “That feeling like it just happened.” He and I lead parallel lives, one a collaborator, the other a resister, two ghosts discussing invisibility in front of a mirror, a pretty crappy way to die.
First they’re an animal, then they’re a volcano, then they’re playing with their cat. What if they do have mental disorders? I’m not a fucking therapist. I’ve had two years of absolute violation of my right to peace and quiet. The problem is too many people. I see a lot of them every day. We’re always going to be in this position of losing ourselves in crowds. It’s scary. And it’s messy. After a few Guinnesses, I leave flowers at the latest place where it happened. I can’t keep doing that. People are still at the window screaming for help.
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Night Vision Revisited
I’d clean the killing lens night vision
with submarine seawater, but, the
eviscerated blindness is lodged off
in the long term
low intensity conflict
never fully sanitized
as the world pulls warm winter covers
up over the collective mindless head
waiting for a new delicate darkness
without fair trials touching down inside
unjust economic system cyber-tent sales
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but, if anyone
or poisons sinkholes
as a cold case walks by,
not quite forgiven
when the state needs money
after receiving individuals
incensed by mouthpieces
for the vampiric economy
for the acquisitions-avoidance
culture receiving so many
Horse-girls lasso me in, and brand me a “Sore Loser.”
He had never seen a Siberian winter until she said, “I have a boyfriend.”
In the T.V. illuminated room, a bill from the gym could barely be read, “over-due notice.”
The only commercial that has ever made me cry, ended by declaring that “A diamond is forever.”
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“Next year’s Valentine’s day dinner will be much better, he declared,” after pushing “2, 0, 0, start.” on the microwave key pad.