Morning brings the scent of bud in front of churches….in sandwich lines….down on 14th in front of P.A……all over this Manhatta…..the blunt is bold…. Young bloods….OG’s…..fairies dancing on rooftops….wannabe artists whose disciplines ran away…left in the night…gone…gone….gone…. And music blares from a blinking light lit speaker; dancing to beats in the streets as attorneys and […]
The old man went for a drive….a long drive…nowhere in particular….just drivin’ His wife of fifty-five years had died….left ’em in the middle of the night…channeled her spirit to another time and place…..so did he…. Took off for Texas…..maybe it was Iowa….I’m thinkin’ it was Vermont….He never said…all this is speculation….some lives are just speculation….. […]
Givin’ up hookers, Tommy said; a schmear was spread, Too much….too much, talkin’ to Jimmy the Gent; no words from Jimmy; mouth full as always… It gets to be a habit…..it’s become a habit….nothing enjoyable….nothing…,hands through gray…. Nothing? Jimmy managed a word; pieces of pastrami flying… Sure….the initial….the act…. I get that… But after….no….nothing….Hollow…. Tommy, […]
Frankie the fag had a few…fingered in the process….the losses mounted….along with the drinks…. Some motherfucker done stole my purse, Frankie spewed in a Southern drawl to call all the boys ’round…. Once I’s in love an’ it was a blast….,off pitch, out of key, the Queen of the vagabonds continued her duet with Debbie….. […]
A Southern Belle played loud notes to the merchant of Venice outside the Astoria as bags were carried….strollers pushed….and panhandlers peddled….. You think I’m this dumb plaything don’t ya, she bellowed softly….demurely….loudness in hushed tones…. My daddy told me to be careful with members of the tribe…..My momma told me to find myself a good […]
The call was made to the Midwest…watching troops of spectators wander through ticket hawkers….scalpers….billboards..lit-up signs blinking and calling out to drunks….perverts….currency holders….and the cash assisted… Wedge, I said,….it’s gotten weird…Manhattan has gotten too weird…. Manhattan, he scoughed, It’s the whole country…..small towns…..County seats…..cornfields in Iowa….it’s all gotten too wierd…. Yes….yes it has…. Feel the Berne…..
Riding shotgun on Green Dolphin Street….Bill Evans at the wheel….white-noise of who can talk a higher decibel rises….muffled by Paul Chambers bass line….. A right-hand taps a left thigh…Philly Joe keeps time….prayers are lifted from black Keys and meditative peace hugs….notes….hold me along the Westside….Jazz….the last bastion …of transendence….. Riding shotgun on Green Dolphin Street […]
It is the most American of all holidays: St. Patrick’s day….the rites of spring fully exercised….fully exposed…. Protestant girls in green tight tops showing tits to drunken boys whose masculinity wanes from day to day…..always check on what’s trending…. Catholic hipsters line 5th Avenue…..flasks outwardly open….smells of whiskey….odors of ales…..midnight mistakes will be made…. All […]
A man on the cheap…. Call it greed…. Perhaps stupidity…. This is the current climate…. Slick Rick sold subway swipes for 2 bucks….such a deal… Here’s one better….swipe it for free my nigga….. An argument….loud mouths….one’s gotta blade… A quart of blood later and Rick ain’t slick…. Dead on a subway platform…. You have to […]
No longer an easiness in mornings…no more…. Sleeping on metal chairs…park benches….wet turf….You reap what you sew….Right? Rooms….churches….synagogues…soup kitchens….line-up…..you’ll get yours….. These were choices made…Right? Was there ever a chance… Placing a spike in a vein a choice….A crack-pipe picked up at midnight….The bottle bought at the bodega…..choices…..Right? The crazy woman by Penn Station…mascara and […]
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