John sat with her furniture and his arms folded. The house, like his beer was finished. He was on a sofa that was too stiff to be comfortable, not allowed to place his feet up on the table and surrounded by walls in several colors he was told to remember were “coordinates”. She was no […]
Entries from June 19th, 2008
From the El
June 19th, 2008 · Comments Off on From the El · He said, She said
Brooklyn is all brick eyes double yellow lines and cement steps with stoop ladies by aluminum chairs holding rosaries beside their fig trees Brooklyn is all brick eyes with old bakeries spilling semolina dry anisette bread and your voice interrupts my eyes as I stand under Blooming magnolias and dripping rain, forget all I meant […]
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Slow afternoon
June 19th, 2008 · Comments Off on Slow afternoon · He said, She said
Telephone poles droop with black spaghetti lines on old wood that leans from waiting too long for no one’s attention, While the cars have bumper stickers, door dents and left hands constantly leaving their coarse language flung out like flags and dusty rugs As the girls walk with their hips double tight jeans, teased long […]
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