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Night Sounds

October 10, 2014

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From the half-clam band-shell stage in the park I hear
the Avenue B bus release her air brakes on the avenue a few blocks over

Lovers in reels with palms pressed to backs
do solid square turns on strong legs

Dumbstruck in full moon
they reflect more in puddles than street lamps

Just an echo
a chime in the hollow

From the first floor flat in autumn windows
the people below look so real

I am soothed by the glow of our neighbor’s light
a beacon beyond past the dark

My mom would wave to planes both welcome
and farewell like strobes and Doppler I could never be certain

Tags: Alphabet City, Chagall, night ride

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No. 9

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October 9, 2014

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The music played, came into open windows
and passing autos, on air it rode
to be lilted to far away places.

Strident and European piano, Schumann maybe
an opus from Carnaval, sounding almost like ragtime,
sketched the scene perfectly, as if scored specifically
to suit the moment it’s heard.

I feel curved in aural, ears and hollows,
it tickles the melody, leaves behind
the sweet scent of talc in the slow dust.

Lips were redder, the pinks possibly
more soft than today. Upon windblown linens,
did people bite harder then? Though her back always
arced that way.

Tags: Alphabet City, Carlos Chagall, love eternal

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Breaking Desolation

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October 5, 2014

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They were the first people
to leave the first child
on the moon.

Tags: Alphabet City, axes bold as 2 loves

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Requiem, Rinse And Repeat

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In awe to be born,
sans words, symbols
not needed, a world
of touch and hope
till touch no more.

Tags: a love supreme, Alphabet City, Carlos Chagall, life - live it

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Tart ‘N All That

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October 4, 2014

I eat teaspoons of cherry jelly,
reminds me of you.

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1-Hour Wait

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It’s an old photo
from a cheap camera:
you and me on the run
in dense forest, blurred
for too long a shutter,
extraordinary light washes
away, evanescent at edges where time
bleeds to the back, recedes like a wave
from the child within moving on.

Interspersed palpitations, sun on silver backing
would capture the moment no more.

Tags: Alphabet City, Chagall, love lost

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Scribblin’

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October 1, 2014

Instead of all
the wizardry and gadgets,
I take a plain old printed copy
of you and scribble in the white space.

Vertical usually, but horizontal too –
in different colors and boldness of stroke.

Sometimes I have trouble reading
what I wrote in the first place,
unlike lost things, which are always in
the last place.

I will leave no spot unattended,
everywhere spirals shall trace rainbow inks
absorbed in durable ivory-toned bond,
more cotton than paper, in indelible pen.

The story shan’t be a mad one about two birds angling,
nor aerial peril, in shallow dawn light, in rarefied air,
more song still than thrust, atop eddies on pockets of twice-risen heat.

You know you’d
welcome marginalia.