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Two olives?
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Category: In Vino….
For Astrid
Thank you,
For being there.
Thank you,
for having a care.
but I have to walk away,
because you see…
I must save R–.
You have been kind,
You have been strong.
But the future takes us all
to where the heart longs.
I appreciate all,
and I wish you the best.
and give your sister
a hug.
no jest.
take care,
and good bye.
To Be A Man
Guidance?
No.
Lead?
hell no
your job?
Learn and adapt,
To us.
your ways are old and silly
you are old and silly.
old man, go home.
THIS IS A NEW AGE
OF FRESHNESS
AND VIGOR!
Go home old man.
Sleep,
Old man.
Sleep.
Follow us to our graves.
Wound
Hey,
What’s that there…
right under your shoulder…
Its…
Owwww
are you ok?
It looks painful.
like an old tear,
one that won’t heal.
You seeing someone about that?
Oh, you self medicate-
Ok.
That works
For a while.
Maybe you should try-
No,
Wait, listen
Look at my back.
See
I used to have one too.
Yeah. It still opens up-
From time to time
But it don’t hurt no more.
What did i do?
Does it matter?
Good luck then.
R Train Melody
Ethiopians and
Skanky hot teens,
Middle america
And a couple germans too
Its 11:00pm, and people are feeling groovy
We need you to know
This city is a damn movie.
They said we’re going all the way downtown…
Guess what…?
We going all the way downtown.
No express stops,
We finish at the tops
But life is good,
This is my old hood.
I run this city,
Like it was oldtown.
So get yet hands up and praise it up loud
Get your shit off, like its the ole boogie down.
This is for us, so don’t you frown.
Don’t forget, Booklyn is Kings
So come on back,
And let’s reminisce.
The NYC done gone fishin’
Summer…
August…
Hot….
So god damn hot!
But really man,
it’s hot.
Everyone walks
Slower.
Sweating,
Greasy and
Moist.
What mattered so much before
Don’t much matter at all.
Softees’ chocolate cones
Sludges into semisolid masses of lukewarm hot cocoa.
Yeah… its pretty damn warm.
But still,
Under the oppressive sun
Repressed appetites come alive:
Daisy Dukes and
Tight muscle tees
Sundresses-
Oh yes, the sundresses are out….
Everyone’s lookin’
and everyone is struttin’
Because,
Even in this heat
A little closeness
is still welcome…
Extremely welcome.
-later,
of course…
When the sun sets,
and the city cools down
as the night heats up.
Future
Our Future is in the hands of illiterates.
Cultural illiterates,
whose sin runs deeper
Because they know better,
But they choose worse,
Because they have earned it,
because they have
earned the right to profane.
Rich histories breed hubris and ignorance
The wisdom of the ages is traded
for knowledge and a Masarati.
So where do we look,
if we cannot look inside?
How do we find the road
to prosperity?
to inner wealth?
Little Gracie,
I give this all to you.
Because I have no choice.
But,
I love you
As I wished I loved me.
As I wished I could love me.
Like an old man trying to return soup
When do we lose them?
Our balls…
Our connection with the grimy earth, with the real?
When do we give up and allow ourselves to desire
the constraints
Of mediocrity
And fear
And expectations?
When do we stop dreaming
and believing in the incredible,
the impossible,
the sacred
That is us?
When do we become aliens
To this very earth?
Who we should call mother,
…whom we all smother,
With our fear.
Fear
Of our
Potential.
Interim
Neither here nor there
I am here
Here.
with the Hoff.
What better time to contemplate the crossroads
When sailing through this
Ether.
MY heart SCREAMS
In perfect harmony
With
Why won’t I listen?
Why won’t I try?
To fly
Is too much.
But
Would I die?
No,
Nyot yet.
Nyot yet.
Not ever
While I can still hear
The sweet symphony
Sailor who has never been to sea
Two steps sideways,
One forward…
Clickety-Click
Clackety-Click-
Staccato steps
propel him
this way and that.
A smart double breast
and Chinos to die for.
A carefully trimmed
grizzled beard
graces an impotently roguish face.
Memories of deeds never experienced
comfort the tipsy old man on his walk home.
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