Come on Erica

Resting in a Catholic Church basement ….reading poetry by Erica Jong….Surrounded by freshly released sex offenders, a few muggers, some thieves, and a couple of crazies…..Be still….just be still…. Next week is daylight savings time, The junkie quips, It’s done for Con- Edison so they can save electricity, Sips from a paper cup filled with […]

Dinner Time

The tables are lined-up….row after row….empty metal chairs waiting for the night-shift….the day-light panhandlers…the Broadway beggars…the Big Bus ticket hawkers….and the fairies, done with their daily doses of poppers and pixie dust….they’ll be amped-up ’til midnight…. And all the brothers wanna piece of the action….whatever can be scored…and newly arrived white boys who lost their […]

Goodbye

Too many….too…too….too much…Loud noises….former in-mates turned outcasts…. Insults……Pissing for territory……Grown men rapping along to a song by a kid…. Some bitch did this……some hoe did that……Yelling out above techtronic beats, Nigga…you best be respctin’ my black-ass, A threat;come through with a hook or a blade?…..who knows. Always the centers….the shelters….. .Bellevue’s Emergency Room……filled with talk…talk… […]

Kathleen

From across the street, the rue, she kept an eye on us all…..prospective customers….Men looking for a deal; who will buy? Her thick mangled hair of black laid nonchalantly….constantly winking….not come hither; a come-on….give me a chance….a why not…look….you could do worse…. Winks, chatting away at imaginary  figures in Montreal’s hood of the hopeless, I’ve […]

Get Off My Damn Lawn

Standing in-line….she runs her hands through her own hair…..maybe….just maybe no-one else ever did… Let’s not get messy…. Skinny jeans….skinny dress pants…skinny kids….The hip….the uber cool….how long will it last…. Young men in mascara….waxed eye-brows….coiffed cuts…..all tuned-in…to the newest…..the best….the most spoiled brats in God’s great universe… Hey you kids…..Get off my damn lawn…

Southern

She left without a word…not a sound….silence from a family dis- section years ago….Everyone to their corners…. No calls….numbers were lost along the way….along with photographs and memories of stretching a budget….making beans and hamhocks for five….sopped- up in cornbead…cast in an iron skillet.. And there was Southern harmony….played- out in a backyard garden turned […]

Look-Up

On Lexington they walk….strut….dance….daily….to business meetings….luncheons…nooners….God knows what sins are comitted in a Manhattan mid- morning…. She came towards the mob….face buried…. down… under thick blonde hair like Harlowe….striking a pose as all walked around her… a statue stationed in Midtown…Watch your step boys… Well….atleast she was reading a paper…

The Difference

Big Joey lumbered into the shelter…olive skinned…..somehow stepping Flamenco. … How are you my friend?….I am Jose the Spaniard, a piss-yellow smile, And you?… I am Basque, extended a hand…. Oh….we are brothers, the fat man said, We are familia…. Uh…..no….We are not…. Oh yes, He encouraged,…No difference…. Oh yeah?….Tell that to fucking Franco…..

Listening to Coltrane

Central Park West plays through headphones..and..there is  peace….a calm that mad dashing slashers of the night can’t take away…. Coltrane blows transendence.. resurrection…leaving all this….this….what is this…. It is fear….anger…insanity …muscle aches from Seroquel….thoughts of nothing….and nothing is worse than nothing…. Today there is salvation through a set of headphones blowing Central  Park West….. Tomorrow…..who […]

A Jew Holds Court at a Mick Joint

The numbers were rolling-in on CNN; the Shiksa had ’em, the Jew never had a chance…. Look at that, the Jew squeaked, Would you look at that, CNN reports another state for St. Hillary,  and another, and another… She hates Jews, a drink of Guiness, When I was over in Israel… fighting in the army. […]