riding fast
down the center yellow lane
no cars
no stops at the signs
(quick turn)
down back alleys
thinking,
i’ve spent my whole entire life
rejecting
everyone
(swerve to avoid a
winter
pothole)
i’ve never felt so ____
as riding this bike
now, darkened city sleeping,
(hop the curb)
and at home,
when i arrive
the Russian classical
echoes alone in
the apartment,
furtive
(minor) steps along-
side my own.
Category Archives: night
hanging up the phone for the night
there is finality
to a phone call
ending
chatter of goodbye
lingering
room silent as if
a big-eyed pup is
begging
only the cars
and the nightstand
proclaiming
a lighthouse for
who may be
calling
still: the night is late
beware of
dark thoughts
spilling
entropy explains the war
the 2nd law
of thermodynamics
explains the war.
more later…
oh, this night is
exasperation.
random phrases that may
be worth regurgitation
a night of constant
changing mind,
the light switch
on and off again
descending into chaos
bass player at The Horse You Came In On
Angelo playing inside
these filthy walls since ’90
no longer plays to the walls
but is the walls
is the smokeyceiling
theneonlights thehanging
plants
the thuddrumthuddrum
thuddrum comeon !
all us hangingvines
pour the cobblestones
drink seasons moldy classics
become bassline players like Angelo
slowly slowly over time, thuddrum
thuddrum comeon !
Brooklyn Seduction
Brooklyn
Began with Stella, and then
Led on
Belgian beers,
Colombian food
Scattered conversation
To an off-chance
“come home with me?”
Shrugged off
Brooklyn again
Seducing
To a game of secrets,
To a brownie,
Smooshed in between fingers
Licked clean.
Led
Alone
Surprising tree-lined streets,
Streets busy, dark, still,
To a stone bench
In front of strangers-
They watched intently.
He turned to me,
With a question
But I to a black sedan,
“To another!”
To a bottle of Proseco
Off-speed dancing,
Gossiping
My eyes shining
Like Brooklyn’s reputation,
The borough asking
Persistently
Again, again, Come home with me?
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