Category: Poetry
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half the time
That moment I met you at tom’s diner Talking of crying in New York And oh what a wonderful place it is to cry Thinking of Alex Dimitrov and his love poems I wanted to weep because I knew you’d be leaving My coffee getting cold but I wanted it to remain there forever Half…
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Into the Blue
The first break into the blue Grazed canvas Bullets of love pulsed unrelentingly Scattered lines So delicates between you and I Enough to sever your care Blue, you drew me in What is it that makes me love you kindly and fearfully? Scattered surface you scratched me Red on blue blue on black Darling blue…
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sunset between first and second
{ for zoe } I thought of you as I glimpsed the sunset through a small aeroplane window Straining to catch any part of light to prolong the last day As I left you on the corner of union square holding back tears as we parted on jovial terms Hugging a little too lightly because…
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tuesday musings on the upper west side
The New York City sky tonight was a Turner painting An English countryside taken from its abode New York I can’t hold you Why not I can’t find the opening I’m crashing into all of the wrong ends Where are you New York why can’t I have some of you ! Instead of the romantic…
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a life song
I cried as you lit the cigarette between your lips And mumbled something that I can’t remember Things that probably meant something at one time But have been lost to a place or space disintegrated into endless I listen to your songs on the subway And hum stolen melodies That were never lived for me…
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going and leaving
I leave you now as I board the great unknown It welcomes me somehow though I don’t know its name I see you from a distance now But looking at a same sky Or perhaps it has changed Aged through time and decayed into a beauty Too great to explain I see you from a…
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The quiet clench of remembrance
I saw the scatttered shells upon the shore The delicate lives now remnants of pasts and presents I have lost myself into this grand abyss Yet the tide still comes in and out The only subtle reliance I forget it from time to time As fear kneels down To clench my thighs between stubbed fingers …
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Untitled I
The fact of matters The concept of ‘nothing matters’ Like mulled wine on a winters evening Dancing through streetlights With no hope of a past or a present But you told me of life and death Of beauty and evil Blurring boundaries between things that don’t correlate anymore The zero sum of society Whispering “no”…
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All the flowers are not dead yet
All the flowers are not dead yet And the trees still have mass Just as the charred trunks lean into the forest Muffled speeches where I heard it first And we are still alone The natural myths bringing us to life As the dog refuses to walk She pulls instead Don’t move The first hot…
when the seasons change 