Black coffee in espresso cup resting on saucer atop secondhand book purchased for 25¢. In bed I continue reading Allen Ginsberg’s Planet News. Morning outside: the sun struggles against the clouds. Reminded of Whitman while reading. Reminded of proclamations, with Ginsberg’s text stretching from end to end on page after page. Reminded of Ferlinghetti, withContinue reading “Black coffee and saucer”
I love the word “strata.” Powerful considering its compactness and all it implies. I dislike “tethered” because it is contrived. Who do you know who can say it without reprisal? An age cutoff should apply for the slang “any-who.” Adults who use it should be embarrassed. It is cute only if you are 9.
Destitute for the brush of Bacon, who will depict you in some shunga scrolls. A statue from the Orient with no mind. Your eye shadow the flush tones of Dali. Wedding cake of a face, you sweeten the leaf of Arches. The bugs are dancing beneath your lamp like at a disco.
Sushi as an aesthetic pleasure. Sushi as status symbol. Sushi as art form. Bluefin tuna doomed. Salmon spoken for. Mackeral and halibut had it. Sea urchin and sardine goners. My ink spills like whale blood. Embattled octopus.
I hear a phone that is not answered. I listen for some time. The ringtone trails off and seems to leave an echo in my brain. Where is the owner of the phone. Is he/she still alive. Has something gone wrong or are they merely indisposed. This might be an important call… it’s your bossContinue reading “A ringing phone”
Once I found a seashell that I still have to this day. It was carried ashore by the belligerent tide at Jones Beach State Park in New York when I was a child. And now, as I feel tossed by my turbulent thoughts and frozen by frightening uncertainties, I hold onto it for solace —Continue reading “Shell”
I’ve pinned a button onto my jacket that denotes me as soluble. Pure and simple. It’s a blue button with white text. I’ve a high potential for condensation. I feel I could dissolve like salt in warm water. In an argument, I can disintegrate into clumps like acrylic in an acetone bath. Don’t ever wetContinue reading “On personal solubility”
Lagrime San Pietro for the sublime voices. Di Lasso madrigals. Better with snowfall in barren winter but still above-average lovely. ** Can cannibalism save the planet? Would you eat a Republican to help curtail climate change? ** It’s a perfect day and age to talk to yourself. Bluetooth as a ruse — a bum componentContinue reading “This and that”
Having a cat is like having a plant. You have to give it food, water and some love and make sure it has access to a window. Handle delicately. ** Bukowski as the gateway poet. ** New Ginsberg book. Post-mortem. $29.95!! The trick is they use courier or some other slab serif to evoke strike-onContinue reading “Cats, etc.”