Seven Poems

 


THE PLURALISM OF MANHATTAN 


Don't you know a joke

when you hear one?

These are disparate voices too.

Still waiting nervously,

can't get the angle

of the hypotenuse quite right.

Mannerisms aren't working

inflections, no.

You are being led somewhere

on a neck chain even

dragged almost.

It's one of those

bridge tunnels

in Central Park.

I'm not fucking going in there.


 






NOT BEFORE NOW, TIME APOLOGIZES FOR AN EDUCATED GUESS




The porch was floating above the house.

We got aunt Em down

by throwing up a thick rope then

looking away at the critical moment.

Still couldn't help but see

a plethora of white sails

trying to achieve direction

full of themselves blowing billowy.

We cautioned everyone

within a hundred mile radius.

But wouldn't you know a prophecy

had already explained it all

and what they should expect.








THE TREE SWING OF PATHETIC FALLACY




My arms hurt

but pain is not an emotion.

Should double check a proclamation

well preserved within.

Stay away from

posturers if you can,

be one with obedient intent.

Overgrowths are disagreements stymied,

too late in the anemic sense.





SEARCH FOR THE PERFECT VAGINA



I first met Lord Maddox in front

of a tobacconists in North London,

our pipes glowing in the disappearing light.

We withdrew to a worker's cafe

conversing over mugs of thick tea.

He had just returned from two years

in Borneo appeared frail and withered.

It was there that he indulged in the

initiation rites of an indigenous tribe,

wary and as rare as peaches in Paloma.

He had brought back a priceless relic

and it hung from his neck on a gold chain.

That night I slept the sleep of the innocent

woken only by a grunt like incessant persistence.








EFFORTS TO APPEASE THE PATRONS OF

A RIDICULOUSLY SMALL PARKING LOT




The guy in the clown suit

had a huge influence on us,

referring to his kiosk as cold

as an outhouse in the winter.

Little room for his big feet and

a surgically enhanced Johnson.

How does that work exactly?

If you can get enough blood

then it will rise like a flag,

even flutter patriotically so

there is a semblance of a breeze.

"Hurry up!" comments from

some late arrivals advised to

park in the overflow lot.

This means a half a mile walk.

Difficulties surround the obese

impatiently unfamiliar with

the attendant's malady. What can

possibly be taking so long?








PERSON JUMPING FROM A MOVING VEHICLE IN SLOW MOTION




The traffic in fact helps.

That's what an old artist friend

told me after she finally

got her work exhibited in

one of those poncy galleries.

Mention it to the gallery owner,

that she might play light organ music

in the background. Instead she shook

her head almost violently

as if trying to physically remove

the thought from her brain.

Sat down in an uncomfortable chair,

tinkered with the room's pessimism.










VICTOR BUONO AMONGST THE SPANISH MOSS




I once lost my wallet

in a porno theater.

Discovering this, I hurried back

found my original seat

occupied of course,

and looked underneath.

There it was.

I grabbed it

muttering something about

Betty Davis's penchant for

condescension regarding

her supporting actors,

and absolutions to

the wariness of strangers.