To the
Poet—S. K.—
on Channel WNET-13
Your unexpected
radiance lightens the gloom
in Brooklyn. You hunch;
you sit by the sea.
Rumbling like the rumpled waves,
your voice splashes me....
The divorce.
The final chapter of
our union
tells of bone deep chagrin-
the dumb utter of
'I feel statements'
plays itself like a mantra,
useless invocations found
in the crumpled leaflets
from...
Dog Pack
The dog loves the woman.
I
think of Thumper (dumbass name)
named
by dumbass couple, Bedford, NY.
She
didn’t need no lousy name.
I don’t need a word, she...
Do Bushes Burn in the Desert of Sinai?
Is it a regular sight, spontaneous combustion in the shimmering heat?Still, Moses could not have been anointed...
“Don’t Lose Sleep Over It”I dislike it when people say,
“Don’t lose sleep over it.”Chances are, I probably will.
No matter how miniscule the item in...
