What will be gained
over our time spent loving others,
ignoring each other, purposefully?
Perhaps, distance built greater trust,
creating a space to be filled with new love.
This time around it could be better,
healthier than before, and somehow
Time has come
time has gone
I remain here
but soon I will be gone
Spend the time
here with me
I will always be here
all you have to do
Is look for me
I'm in Love with a woman...
But she don't love me,
I think God took his time
and created her wonderfully,
She shines with every smile
quickly seducing me,
We have everything in common
But thats not what she sees,
We just like the Same Sex!!!
So, she started dating my ex.............
This blackness inside
Tastes sweet when you let it
A clever deception I acknowledge
But never will comprehend
Building end upon end
Made of of disease and depression
Solidifying into brick after debilitating brick
Blocking any true hope for recovery
And getting bigger all the time
A wall I can't possibly get over
A wall i couldn't possibly climb
A wall to kill me in the end
Because that's its only design
She's feeling down,
So it's time to bring her up.
Everyone always talks
so much about getting out
of this hell hole.
But to me, its nothing but
Its where I met all of my friends,
did everything for the first time.
Its where I grew up.
I won't miss High school, but
I will miss all of the amazing
people I've met.
Walking down these streets will
always make me reminisce to days
when all we had was a pack of cigarettes
and a soda from the carry-out.
I'm going to cry my eyes out,
for all the memories,
and knowing that I can never
get them back.
I am perfectly content here in
my little town,
With the people I love most.
To the stranger’s eye
It seemed to have no divide
An intangible singularity
Yet corporeal and multifarious
Almost non-existing, but
Still, in time
A Frenzy disguised within
Alacrity latent subdued by
An eternal gaze injecting an
Incessant stupor creating
Solitude in clamour
That a mirrored everything
Was her too, and
I, half of
Her borderless soul
Two distanced voices
Once unsure and fading,
Each other and one,
Us, what seemed to be an end,
Ended, a start
With each passing poem,
The degree of difficulty of diving ever higher,
Bar incrementally niched, inched, raised,
Domain, the association of words, ever lesser,
Repetition verboten, crime against pride.
You ask me when the words come:
With each passing year,
In the wee hours of
Ever diminishing time snatches,
The hours between midnight and rising,
Shrinkage, once six, now four hours,
Meant for for restoration,
Transpositional for creation,
Only one body notes the new mark,
The digital, numerical clock of
Trillion hour sleep deficit, most taxing.
Al, you ask me from where do the words come:
Each of the five senses compete,
Pick me, Pick me, they shout,
The eyes see the tall grasses
Framing the ferry's to and fro life.
Waving bye bye to the
End of day harbor activities,
Putting your babies to sleep.
The ears hear the boat horns
Deep voiced, demanding pay attention,
I am now docking, I am important,
The sound lingers, long after
They are no longer important.
The tongue tastes the cooling
Italian prosecco merging victoriously
With its ally, the modestly warming rays
Of a September setting sun,
finally declaring, without stuttering,
Peace on Earth.
The odoriferous bay breezes,
A new for that second only smell,
But yet, very old bartender's recipe,
Salt, cooking oil, barbecue sauce, gasoline
And the winning new ingredient, freshly minted,
Stacked in ascending circumference order, onion rings.
These four senses all recombinant,
On the cheek, on the tongue,
Wafting, tickling, blasting, visioning
Merging into a single touch
That my pointer finger, by force majeure,
Declares, here, poem aborning,
Contract with this moment, now satisfied.
Al, what you did not ask was this:
With each passing poem,
I am lessened within, expurgated,
In a sense part of me, expunged,
Part of me, passing too,
Every poems birth diminishes me.
September 8th, 2012
Greenport Harbor, N.Y.
it’s not the same when you touch her chest with your breath
what her heart hears is off key and she compares it to the best
bedtime story she’s ever heard
the kind where she becomes little red riding hood herself
with a basket of goods
that everybody wants
but she doesn’t want to fuck any of them
because she already knows that it’s the same as a sunny day but with too much wind
or one of those green suckers with a big bug inside of it
“fuck off,” she says to all the wolves and all the pigs and all the fools
they still come at her like a family of bonobos come in a day
it’s hard to run away from something that is happening to you all the fucking time
it gets you sick with a hook,
the short moments it stops happening, all you want is to run and find it
because attention is softer than loneliness
even if it is as sad as an addict tearing off couch cushions, in search of half a dime bag
- but as soon as she stopped looking for a face with eyes to love her
she took a dip in the forest, heard the birds
felt the pine needles on her bare feet bottoms,
sang like Snow White
and found herself an old lumberjack, building a house
it dawned on her that all the wolves and all the pigs and all the fools,
looked real fucking gross
i was brutally attacked the other day,
though people were unable to see my wounds.
i was assaulted by words,
strung together in careless sentences.
they made vicious weapons of various differences.
these word solders lined up,
ready and eager.
when they attacked it was graceful and ruthless.
the solders burnt my mind,
slashed my self-consciousness,
left my feelings gasping for breath,
pummeled my heart.
the wielder of these word solders,
was blind to my brimming tears,
and hurt expressions.
as my attackers continued to rip my insides,
i had to protect my fort from further damage.
i ushered my mind into a cellar,
carried my self-consciousness and gasping feelings,
into the doors of my heart.
here it was total lockdown,
windows were shuttered,
doors were double locked.
my retreat was noticed,
they now knew damage was done,
but not the spectrum it was on,
they knew enough to see it hurt.
they walked up to my heart in lock-down.
walked slowly with a white flag.
as they came closer i unlocked and looked through the peephole.
there they were,
asking what's wrong?
saying sorry in a roundabout way.
i opened the door for them to enter.
i took a closer look at the flag.
it was white.
but around the edges,
it was red.
there would be more attacks where this came from.
i plan to get to safety quicker next time.