April 2010
8 posts
two fat men walking down the street, talking about real estate and girls
in the cool morning a worker sprays the sidewalk like watering plants
this cloudy morning all the blossoms are now gone the stink of rotting
two birds high above chasing, diving, swooping, gone over the city
a tall young fellow stands by the door with a rose leaning, waiting, bored
behind a window an old hunched man concentrates mending someone’s clothes
under a blossom through pink branches we watched for petals to fall
a fat lazy cat sits by the window, he yawns he stretches, then leaves
March 2010
5 posts
a wrinkled elbow dark spiral with dry white skin crowded subway views
the hair cutter frowned it’s too poofy she complained and kept trimming more
the girl laughed again this time loud and wild, flexing gorilla nostrils
discarded bookshelf left behind on the sidewalk lightly topped with snow
a slushy snow storm sight fades in a white grey haze thick flakes on my tongue
February 2010
8 posts
soccer on tv the waitress leans on the bar no one to talk to
these cold rainy nights we scurry, door to subway clutching umbrellas
more long days at work the worry shows on grim brows anticipate doom
she lays on my bed her face glows from the laptop i just watch her read
a well dressed man runs through whipping rain, getting soaked with a bag for hat
those little brown birds plunked down on a withered branch sitting like a monk
alarm set for dawn hitting snooze, drift back to sleep wake slowly embraced
those legs in stockings running down the street clomping lusty men staring
January 2010
26 posts
another frost comes settling on the city crawling under scarves
the weirdo’s last day he’s down to go out for lunch but never shows up
mornings between us fingertips slowly tracing freckles on her back
old disco playing on small cheap tinny speakers bus driver keeps on
two bodies in bed one arm over the other fingers intertwined
the girl with red hair meanders through the museum i follow her, each step
bare trees in the park we both duck under a bridge and watch the rain fall
creeping back to bed being careful in the night walking like chicken
don’t stop looking up wondrous stars hidden from us the haze up there glows
the wispy wind stops welcome relief for cold ears a slow walk back home
old friend, lost and gone it’s been decades since we spoke but it feels like days
a new year ahead we’re leaping into heaven she takes hold my hand
thought i stole her tights to wear later like a perv yet she fell in love
mornings full of smiles my baby needs her coffee and to charge her phone
in the deep dark night face buried in my pillow her scent still lingers
hunkered on a stool the wind blows the doors open turn to see no one…
in the cold morning we hold hands, walking the street a kiss goodbye. gone.
a reckless evening drunk on lust and silent stares still in bed past noon
her soft freckled skin pale and glowing in the night a quiet, still sleep
walking past midnight empty streets bleak grey with ice peering in windows
none see the half moon we crawl into our pockets stiff legs knobbling home
walking in the freeze two bodies hunched, shivering hurry the subway
easy drinks, warm lights we laughed, she smiled as girls will do our wine glasses empty
a coldness that bites a whipping wind that pummels who stays but the mad
at the met today filled with traces of the dead their art and stories
new years done and passed light snow flurries fall again these days, these nights… ours
December 2009
8 posts
bartender hustlin’ a normal slow night, hectic she smiles for the tips
birthday in a bar we drinkers must hear singing and lame meriment
brick walls, low hue lights gentle tune, we sip coffee i wait and wander