Who is in danger?
Me and U says the pointy-headed horse
Of the Medieval cloth
For a second you were the pegging thing
For a life time I was the withdrawal thing
We are both in anger
Wrapped in inexplicable danger
Disguised as only
the last true stranger
When the mask is discarded
Revision lasts only
Until the gun is reloaded
For the second you thought
Though I knew better
I dribbled the court
Around a facebook letter
Though we both understood
what makes things better
I am drunk now
And I will sink the basket
you will retrieve and unasked
roll down the court
eye on the prize
I am drunk now
To you a good night
To you who appears in my wandering gloom
To you now I invite to my insular room
Unicorns, like ghosts
offer magic in anger
My pen pal friend may we write for longer
Than life or death
Hunger or strangers
Who arrive at our door
Who sidestep the angel
For we are humans
Glad to entangle like
Deep ocean squids
Knowing the angels
That keep us alive
That make sure we thrive
This poem sucks
It’s late
This poem sucks
Don’t care if I’m late
This old heart rusts
A unicorn opens the gate.

blood taps on the keys
murderous words of regret
night rain washes clean

EASTER

She traces her skull under the skin
This is the cage or the home
She was born to live in
Her instincts are buffering
In an aged moment
She’s just waves rolling over
A storm ravaged torment
Beach-side she’s planted
Before a horizon
You know who you are
Screams the gull overhead
She does and she doesn’t
While her feathered friend grins
Like a bird in the know
Like a strong undertow
This is gorgeous she says
This captured existence
Collecting clues in a literary manner
Hedging her bets
Getting ready the spanner
She picks up smooth stones
Slides them into a pocket
Saved for the day when
She needs to unlock it
This life this lesson
This something missing
Graves are an insult
For whatever that’s worth
The dead should never pollute the earth
Quick as she can
She skips over the sand
Quick as she can she
Reboots life now stalled
This ongoing lesson
Of who are the ones to
Tear down the walls
It is gorgeous she says
This wounded existence
Gate crashing it seems
Never ends with the wishing
I’m here now she cries
I don’t need permission
I’m here now she whispers
I have got a mission.

CLOTH

Of the same cloth
Wrath and warp
Cross stitch and hemming
Button holes unhinged
Basting remembered
Onto a pattern that
Weaves into the notion
Of independent right
Cross stitch the banner
Smoke dope
Eat challah in the middle of the night
Weft and warp
Take care of the loom
Beware of the pick
Single threads lead an army
To judicious beginning
Zippers are meant to
Openness not anger
Weaving is lonesome
Until it clothes a stranger

KK

Don’t take my picture

Don’t tell me your problems

Don’t be messing with me

I’m gonna tell you

From time honored wisdom

I don’t have long for this world

So stay close mind the bowls they

Tip when we fill the trolley

Watch out for that guy

this girl the most

She’s psycho and racist

But you know this faggot

This what?

I whisper already alert

This you know what I mean

I do Mister Negro

I do you jerk

And he laughed

While I trembled

He had that power

Like an owl perched

In a dark window

Above the sandwiches

To be slipped into bags

He knew everyone’s story

But mine where he lagged

Though I told him everything

In increments like rags

Like bloodstains that glow

Under the forensic blues

He was there in the morning

He was lizard eyed and broken

He was eternally in the

Dark moments we harkened

Over crates of sandwiches

Delivered by tokens

Boys with inheritance

From the first words they’d spoken

Boys who will own

What we leave as tokens

We were all there to feed them

The undefined forgotten

My meager salute this reminder

Of you

It’s all that I have

With a handshake, adieu

nyc April 2019