Jong & The Dice Man

Sitting in a shelter next to a guy in a dress with beard stubble and a brooch…Sometimes things just work out this way…. I see your reading Erica Jong, He says softly….almost secretively…She’s very good….very erotic….sexual, A cupped hand covers the mouth, Jong is like an intelligent Andrew Dice Clay, Takes a pill from a […]

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 […]