Monthly Archives: January 2012

“Aftermath is geography.” —Ringo Starr Some trysts are permanent shipwrecks. You just hope they sink to the bottom of the water… She was the stuff I spread like icing on the bitter days of my past. Her claws were in … Continue reading →

for Judy The last stroke, a caress on my shoulder, the woman I fight to forget. It’s the last stroke on the canvas, as I stay my hand and watch perfection ring. My image on the institutional cement, indelible, a … Continue reading →

Off the wedlock express, I’m taking it the easy way, to the last exit, free love from there on in. That’s what I want, le chat noir et rose, climbing into my loins, lapping up my white and viscous sap, … Continue reading →

I once believed in prayer, was even fascinated by the papal institution at one point. All the glory and glitz and all for God. All that is gone. Percy Bysshe Shelley took me to the void, Lennon and The Beatles … Continue reading →

for Keith Waters Losing the chief on the scorched fields: that’s what we’re left with, hanging in the flat. The flat: it’s cold there but the water’s warm, shower and shower till dawn. Meanwhile the fields are empty, buffalo slain … Continue reading →

for Lou Cohen Somewhere there’s a line telling us where to stop waking up dead dreamers beyond the shores of sleep in tunnels under dirty alleys in the city. The city: Paris appears in The Bronx; Brooklyn is a palisade … Continue reading →

I knew Buzz. He was one of the crowds body surfing Jagger through the ‘60s rambling down the path not taken in Seattle, blowing everyone’s mind on the scene before Hendrix with his Cottonmouth… He lived beyond, bearing the banner … Continue reading →

The will is a flash in the eye: a pause, and nothing happens. A break with the past, and the whole structure comes tumbling down. That’s the way it was. Now, the sand is scattered. In the jungle a million … Continue reading →