9/15/2014

I

Poor-

  Is it poor manners to remember very well?recalling each recoil

with a frightening penchant

for reliving many chances.

II

The trees bawl at their own nakedness like the boy who asked if I was

  ***** once.

Foliage constantly in my line of sight

once is finally beginning to change

  it begs the mirror for one more than just a reflection

It misses its adornments because it is ugly now.

III

I had marveled to myself sitting in the middle of the gravel

   today at five.

I'd painted the very first day of spring in my head messily:

  lacking tact- like chalk that takes days for the rain to wash it away.



IV

When they asked for my name

I'd reluctantly give in to everyone, everything

the days they were unbelievably hot

  and look at me now, almost not believing

the choking ravines of newly **** brambles had sent a chill down

   my spine

     last yesterday



         just as your voice over the phone had done the day before.

8/18/2015
Harlem, NY

metal-mouth:
The wire sticks into my gums,
legs like quart of milk
and whipped  browbones
gaze up ward into the light

blood runs onto the sheets

8/13/2015
Canovanas, Puerto Rico

cobble street San Juan
yellow walls and drunks at the
bars on Wednesdays
the glass plate says CHRIST STREET
calle cristo

and i have to ask my father:
what day is it again?
all I know is sleep

and I fear I must retire after writing
these words.
goodnight.

8/4/2015

"It's,like, the Jersey
theme song," he bubbles out
excitedly

conjuring up images of
driving through the parkway
Down the shore

where they'll say
"Hey, buddy! Whadayya think yer doin!"
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night,

I wish they'd blow up my house, too
on the steps of a granite building called Clio
Princeton's lost its golden air as said before and

the Sourland crepuscule
of rock and woodchip
under my feet seems

to be just woodland landscape no
longer some powerful nature scene or something
i have friends, but they are in cities

looking through high still air i say
and declare the sourland scene dead the
vague Appalachian terrain the parkway by Princeton

i go to sleep.

The Smiths
were playing in the background,
I couldn't tell if it was in the bar or in my lager smelling dorm room dappled with posters memory.
Princeton windowpanes dusted with clusters of snowflakes pressed
against the dark wood in the bar basement.

and so, she said, twisting her straw,
*i used to have a problem with morality, you know?
and *** and stuff?
i was just a kid then.
then he'd tell me stroking my hair
'babydoll, i love you though,'
and i'd say 'i know.
there'll come the day that you don't,
though.'

that shut him up, real good.'

7/28/2015
"It was a queer, sultry summer; the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York."* Sylvia Plath

I used to  believe
not think, that word implies
there is effort,

that I was stuck in a bayou of
twigs that stuck into sand colored
thick dirt. that the hallways at school

sunk me with every step.
The sun stayed up higher the
later it got and soon I

realized that no matter how hot it
shone i just felt embarrassed
for it like a ****** woman you

see at a bar late at night in a city.
the city was
my frequent companion, yes

six times in two months
I counted: I had been only
four times last year

I still did not know
where I was and why I was
Even the amethysts and
little emeralds in the street signs

seemed sickly to me after a while,
seemed dull and tiring and
i stood in the sidewalks in alphabet city,

Villanti eating a peach on a stoop,
and the subway grate below me pulled me up with its twirling vines of ***** air

and pulled me down

7/27/2015
Wildwood,NJ

It's as if the brine
of the water is something
I have never experience before:

stepping,dizzling,stumbling
into the path to my apartment
I am on the balcony at 2:

a drunk man yells
"heyyy whaddaya think  you doin?!?"
some great trespass either his
or against him

I beg for memory's forgiveness,
twisting my sweatersleeves
i spit out a pick of hair and

Narrow my eyes down some more.