POEM: I could spend hours watching you laugh

Posted 30 August, 2011 in My poems, New York City, Poetry

I could spend hours watching you laugh

waiting for the bus while the pigeons
look for scraps on the blacktop

also in line for this bus is a woman
with red feathers braided into her black hair

– I swear it’s true –

and another young woman next to me
has spent the better part of an hour
carefully inspecting every inch of her right leg

these New York summers make everyone a little loopy

back home we’d be dancing to reels
played by old men with a little bit of red
left in their beards

but in this city we each carry our own melody
hoping that someone else knows the tune

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PHOTO: Dead doll in Brighton Beach

Posted 22 August, 2011 in Random Musings


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PHOTO: The IP address of the beast

Posted 22 August, 2011 in New York City, Random Musings


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A friend asked if I’d ever tried online dating…

Posted 20 August, 2011 in Random Musings

…I told her the last time I was dating, there was no such thing as “online.”

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POEM: carbon copy

Posted 18 August, 2011 in My poems, New York City, Poetry

I wrote this tonight while listening to Amy Cervini at The 55 Bar in NYC. I wrote a poem the last time I saw Amy Cervini, too. This one is a combination of autobiography (although less so than in many of my poems) and things seen and overheard.

carbon copy

thunder rolls through the West Village
the bar patrons pull their glasses closer
basement captives of the summer rain

I learned recently that all I need to do
is find a carbon copy of you
somewhere on the streets of New York

the only time anyone calls is when I’m here
bartender hands me the phone
greasy with city dust and sweat

I put it to my ear but nothing’s there
not the ocean
or the harsh sound of your laughter

if Johnny were here he’d know what to do
black is the new black
he’s always in style

but it’s just me
this whistling guitar player
the rain on the street outside

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I do not think it means what you think it means

Posted 12 August, 2011 in Music

From the Wikipedia page for Stevie Wonder’s song “Sir Duke”

Critical reception

Steve Halvonik, staff writer of The Daily Collegian, called the piece “pompous”, describing it as “the big brassy salute to Duke Ellington” and “the most engaging song on the album.” He praised its “up-beat tempo, punchy horn lines and syncopated rhythm” and pronounced it the “brightest album” of the year.[3]

You tell me: a great paragraph or the greatest paragraph ever? Doesn’t anybody edit these?

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