RELATIONSHIP
In order to save the relationship
We will never see each other again
LOVE POEMS
I love poems
NIGHT FEARS
Everyone is in love
Except you
ONE WAY OF LOOKING AT A BLACKBIRD
That is no blackbird
That is a window
And a little tiny brick
HOW TO WAKE UP
1. Go to sleep
10 THINGS I DO EVERY DAY
Suicide
MY SHIRT
I like to put it on
My arms get long that way
GOO AHEAD
Goo ahead
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Like everybody else, I wasn't a Jew
Until I came to New York. In Portland, OR,
The other day, a young Latina asked me
If I were Jewyorican. Papa and Bubby
Came from Ukraine, landed in Brooklyn,
Settled in Harlan, KY, and named my father
Benjamin Franklin. My mother, the offspring
Of a coalminer, married Ben, the only Jew
In town. He didn't last. Ma remarried.
In kindergarten, in Cincinnati, instead
Of moving to the afternoon session the second
Semester, I stayed in Morning and changed my name.
This is the year 5755. In Chinese it is Year
Of the Dog.I just learned that the time between
Rosh Hashanah (Jewish New Year’s)and Yom Kippur(Day
Of Atonement)are the Days of Awe. Moody and gray,
With dashes of absolute clarity, I love these days.
Cleansing summer's sweat from the streets of New York,
I always think of the Year beginning in September.
"That's when school starts." A holdover from Youth.
This year, for the first time I thought, woo,
It's the real New Year, and I am a real Jew.
A real Jew, and a real coalminer's son, too.
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A LITERARY TOUR OF SAN FRANCISCO
for Gary Glazner
Headless Buddha
First thought
Second thought
Dr. Williams Was Wrong
No ideas but in ideas
Labor Day
So much depends upon
who owns the wheel
barrow
And how much the chickens cost
Dominique
I'm so employed
I got a beeper
I shoulda brought a pen
At Trieste, for Jack Hirschman
If you see Kay
Tell her I kissed her once
Kimi at Trieste
You know me
I kissed you once
Jack, Still at Trieste, Quotes-His-Son's Haiku
John FitzGerald Ken
Nedy died on this day
22 syllables
Love-Hate Relationship
I love hate
Secret Panel
Anxious tourists stare at maps
After which, much relaxed
They put on sunglasses and get lost
Rose
Too much beauty slugs the tongue
It's time to change the canal
Glare
In the shitty hotel room
Thinking of the job you must get
Wind slips in music
The Bee
The gardener
Vagina
Enough enough
A Beautiful Present
Not that
The past
Was so bad
Rainy Day in North Beach
Laughing at the draining colors
Buried rhythms say tomorrow
Limo Limbo for Regie Cabico
Noblesse oblige in Plato's Cave
Faux concrete dived write in
Howl
We howled
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(for Edwin Torres)
(All the below again, plus)
Finger tip scale
Sound in fingertips
Piano On Street
Parked illegally
Everyone playing rainy
Night in New York City
10009
1. Video (get a tv & be on it)
2. Direct the one-person symphony orchestra
3. 3 tape recorders
4. A directs B
B's movements begin to direct A
A goes
all the way out, B just reads a poem
B gets A to stop, they become gestures only
Horvasi Torvasi meets Harry Chest
Per former - Stage hand
Horvasi, God's Gift to Himself
He knows - everybody wants him
Some Little Thing Jan 8
We _- I me more -_
It's become this here
I'[ve grown from it
& I'm back to it
Thinkin out loud
Not makin (raw sewage/rainy season/regal stew)
Something, Some little thing
Representing CHANGE
In effect representing CHANGE
Being CHANGE -- we don't say
We are a house
or
We are a body
Going through changes
Not aware
We don't know until
Someone says
You're changing
I like what you're doing
Do me
1. Diving board
2. Spark plug
3. Collision
4. Balloon (Being blown up)
5. Warm bread
6. Rubber ball
7. Bell
8. Belt
9. Glasses (eye and drinking)
10. Socks
The Window and the Door
These two characters are always
Complaining about the draft
behind
black poster board
in drag:
Drag King
I Lose Track of my Tangents
Not enough dots
I suffer from clarity
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Clouds of anywhere
Only Florida all surround
Big toe of pleasure, tiny
Ringlets of multicolor droplets
Mixing delightful day-glo Shango
Clobbered strict sense with heat
A word dissolves on your tongue
Flowing sensate, this cool memory locks
An eternal kiss all over your body
Sweet raucous sashay raw song
Woman man song, the lapping of ocean
Into ocean, skin into skin
Into into into
Clouds of anywhere everywhere
Pink dawn over blue
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FOR THE FORDS AND TWORKOV THE MOSKOWITZ
On
The table
A bowl
Of fruit
Without
Within
The Smell of Paint
Quite noticeable
Yet they'd just been hanging
Around ince the baby
"Cannot keep quiet,"
Sighes image
A ribbon
Busily tying
Itself back
One Bird
Too many
Swirl
Rocking
In a rock
Cradle
Looking @ Looking
Beyond or...into
The white shadow
Landscape of lime
And not a whole lot of time
Love luck money, in a single
Everything
Equals
The mishpukah sans face clamors
But darling they are out
Of the cage
Already
Jest standing around looking
For a coat rack to check
Everything
Is alright kind of slowly
So there is
Always
Enough
Time
Which Way
Not this way
Clock on the floor
Look Out
Your pants
Bottle Signs
Baby baby where did you go
Nowhere stands still
Elaborate ease
With a twist
Of whatever
You say
Piled High in the Corner
Could you file this
Kiss
Calm
Goes up in smoke
Skates the ceiling
Calls for a glass
A solid glass glass
And when it doesn't come
Ring ring ring
Words themselves articulate
Form the meaning "I'll drink
To that" evaporation
Connection
For there to be connection
Something must connect
To something
Two Things
2 things connect
Connection is a third thing
But 1 + 1 + connection
The thing they make is
4
A family at sea in a sunset
Beautifully Rowing a Green Line
Wake up and it is morning
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If I were to throw all my money into anything
I'd throw my money into the Deaf community
If I were to throw all my money anywhere
I'd throw it into ASL
Because the future of the species is immune
To all the preaching and the silence
Of these moments is best spoken to
By the quietude of Far by far
Oh in the silence
You hear the heart drum
You hear the ear pull
Air towards hair
But in the gesture
Of the measure
Of the pasture
You are for sure
ASL'll lead you
Past the pasture
To the Gate where
You will hear
So take my money
Take my tongue
Take my breath
And see it fly
Listen to the Deaf Community
Listen to the Poetry
The whirr o' meaning
Coming up for air
Walk together to the riverside
Making small talk sign by sign
The body's speaking now, hush
Listen with ecstatic eyes
Looking for something????
Try
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Your flesh liquefies
Face dripping into your hands
As your eyes dissolve
Your skull locks into The Look
Bob Holman, still looking, ha ha!
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LOU READS BOB FROM A MUSIC STAND
Foot of pride boots the mouth
from inside
a Mexican farmhouse with a red-tiled roof
Baillar twice it's all right
rescue from the tangled
in the midnight battle call
Un-monogamous
Eternal fidelity
High broke hip and knock knock knock
Propaganda all is phony
Give me a call 212-929-2125
I got nothing to live up to
Every mega needs a sore
The cops don't need you
and man they expect the same
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Scene 1, "Loss"
Begin
Again begin
Begin again
Again again
Begin
Again begin
Begin again
Again again
Begin
Again begin
Begin again
Again The End
The End
Again again
Begin The End
The End again
Not again
Why yes again
Begin again
But not the end
Begin
Again begin
Begin again
Again again
Scene 2, "Your Wish Is My Command"
If you only knew
What I knew
I know you would be true
You would be blue
If all I could say
Would simply betray
Then the clue on the shoe
Would say, "How do you do"
If on the other hand
My physique like a rubber band
Would bounce into the glue
You would still be blue, so very blue
A fountain of grainy visions
Blown into titanic omissions
If you knew what I knew
You'd have to come through
Cause you're one in a million
Waiting on the next to be next
To correct the text
On your knees, please
So glad you agree
To free
The key
Scene 3, "Bitch"
What do you say
When you say what you say
Do you mean it in some other way
Take the blame for being so mean
For meaning whatever you say you say
You and your so-called trope
Your brilliant calliope throat
Turn it around
Speak without sound
Scene 4, Home Improvement
Tear down the house, Louse
Build up the dream, Team
Can the plan, Saw the law
Goof the roof and temporarily
Out of service your damn jaw
And that is all and that is all
Scene 5, Recyclables
No SLAM but the assumption of SLAM
As the Street bruises Eden
Rack ruin of SLAM in toto
Articulate SLAM
SLAM rocket body nose into invisible shield
Book SLAMs shut on SLAMming eyelid
Mouth of SLAM, tonguing
SLAM's single utterance
SLAM the abstract note
SLAM the vacant stare
SLAM the multicolored carousel condom dispenser
SLAM the overture into the underground
Flip over, stand back, SLAM
All the Slim SLAM,
The Taming of the SLAM
Scene 6, "Larry's Parry"
Filligrees that weave a road through fingers
All the blues' and yellows' gorgeous openings
Mr. I-forget-your-name, uh,
Excuse me, Miss, Miss uhhhhh
The tendrils do tend to tiff
Ah delirious moon, monstrous ecstatic and prolix
The compassionate SLAM
Existence SLAMs and the SLAM of Existence
Heaven's confining SLAM and SLAM and SLAM SLAM SLAM
Scene 7, "Let's get to her."
Take me
Out to
The ball
Game take
Me out
To the
Crowd
Scene 8, "The Control Room"
She did she didn't
He hid the yabbit
The dabbit din didn't
Done it dad gam it
Refused the choicest news
Retracted the fracture
And featured the truculent fright
He did he didn't
Whatever would would would
Did did did
Now get out get out get out
Of here here here!
Scene 9, "In Retro"
Twang yr Magic Twanger, Froggy
We'd make bread balls
While watching the black and white test pattern
Peeling off the Bunny Bread crust
Balling the sponge-like soft pillow centers
Back into dough and gnawing bite in
While Mom slept in
Colonial Village, Cincinnati, Ohio, 1953
Scene 10, "Les Amin"
Ou est un?
Ou? Qui?
Qui est vous?
Vous etes tu? Ou non?
Oui, je pense je pense,
Mais en Paris!
C'est ca! Voila!
L'autre est dans Paris?
Texas? Je vous accuse de tomber dans amour.
Moi? C'est pas vrai! J'habite en Texas, Folle, Texas.
En France? Oui. OK?
Allo? Allo? Allo?
Scene 11, "Reruns, What about puns."
Please pay your fare, the county fair
The stated fair of fair play
The reporter was Tan, from the Sun
The Bull was dozing, the horse was flying
Meaning was very mean
The son of God shone upon the scene
Act 2, Scene 4
All is all is all
Not at all
Scene 12, "Sleepyhead"
Having completed the exegesis of Prof. Cannon's play,
She wrapped her legs around the 486 66 MHZ processor
Upgradeable to Pentium, w/ 8MB RAM
Expandable to 64, 420 MB hard drive, 2X CD ROM,
Soundblaster 16 Bit Stereo Sound Card with external speakers,
Local Bus Video w/ 1MB Video RAM,
4 Device bays and 5 slots,
14,400 Baud external modem,
And fell asleep.
Scene 13, "The Investigation"
Under the swinging lightbulb
Under the sweating lightbulb
Under the swearing lightbulb
Under the blinding lightbulb
What do you do
What do you say
What do you think
What do you know
In the concrete cell
In the doorless hell
In the echoing bell
In the drowning swell
Scene 14, "The Sitting Room"
Listen to the kid that did what she said she did
Listen to the tale of the male in jail who failed to sail
Find the man with the plan to can the divan
Set off with a cough, return with the burn
And stop when you start to get too smart for the part
They never said the vic was dead
Made it up out of his head
Thinking is a crime?
Seems it is this time
Made it up, what a chump
And stuck it to the earth
The world's first onanistic birth
Sprung whole cloth and sailed off with his daughter
Laughter and poetry were the waves in the water
I aughta know
Cause I was she
And whoever hears these words
Made em up just like he
Said you had to do
To find a pathway through
The thickets of crickets to the new New
O hoist up a sail
To the tail of the tale
Cause the shinin blindin sun
And the wind on a run
And the fun's begun
To stun the shun
Keeps you going to the end of the End
Scene 15, "The Dungeon"
What do you mean,
Do you understand?
Appreciate the anti-words?
My, how the words flow like
Liquor over warts.
A leather lifetime ago,
In a beautiful city, we
Cried. I was lost but you found
Me. You did not spray my house
With chemicals during the night.
Now, love lies. The cell's view
Is of another cell's back. One to
One is the name, but you turn
On me, I am your dream, tied
To the wall, ball and chain.
Scene 16, "Dumbarton Oaks"
When it's all over, what do you do?
When it's been forgotten, who knows what it was?
Now what? What now?
It's the only now I know.
You can print the money, God'll still
Spend it. I can't sit down.
I can't sit down, I gotta
Move move move
All around,
And when the sun sets and the moon rises,
And the people all begin to shout.
It's not the what it's the how, and how!
Did I tell you the one about about?
How relaxing in the calm of the evening.
Come lie to me and be my Love.
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I would as it were the beautiful page
Kind of bulk up, spill a gut, toss my father
To the side of the ring
Brother spares the time go by by
And as Elizabeth wouldn't say
And then again, hello Sun, forget it
I'm clearly zipping the hands together
Preparing for the longest of training runs
A tender shoots a tough tomato
Only the melting of ice, the creeping of saints
I'd guess a million? I was off by? A million and one?
Well, maybe the Slam dies and everyone relaxes from lack of Fear
Great -- negated the non-space. Micropresses urge
Themselves upon the pods of Thoth
I will eat the Lonely Beast
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for Ron Vawter
Silence covers space. Love covers loss.
All along the watchtower and all the way
To heaven there is always a way, directly beside
The way, Just below the way. That is the way.
Shadows deepen the lake, Death's frigid breath
Emerges. A quivering question, Life suddenly
Breaking, morning under the mountain. You just open
Your eyes, That's all. Or not.
Pain eases, erasers rubbing
Against themselves, shredding pink. Big nothing
Pillows, iron clouds, ice over everything. As if
Magic might replace Sense by Heart. We don't
Know anything and now it looks like a silhouette
Of a bird beating against a glass wall, the returning
Look failing, as everything truly turns blue.
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PREFACE TO A REBIRTH ANNOUNCEMNENT HAIKU
for Amiri Baraka, on
birthday numero sesenta
Voice volcanoes
Its way into ear atmosphere
Tearing its way, screaming
Hurling memory's fireball direct hit
A little launch party, wiggling fannies into
Webbed and wickered launch furniture
Canape chatter void branch into capillarious
Brunch fresheners, mimosaesque fingerlings utterly modulated
Excuse me no excuse me no me me me
Hurling a
Launching a
Do we we have lift off
Roger we jolly well got the goddamn lid popped off
The Circulation of the Universe
Just in time (When else?)
Back at you
Stand and Solo in Reality Part I.
Newark's tarry stand and reflective universe of vocal stars
No snag but the heartbreak of lies to keep the phoney wires jiggling
Collect call for Mr Baraka, do you accept the whoosh
Orange sax blue cornet silver bone
Filtering the coffee of resistance
Through the handset
The Receiver
Ain't no Deceiver
Standing with your finger out
Standing with your finger out
Standing with your finger out
Wondering which way the world's gonna turn
Had a vision in a Voice see
Sat in a chair, started to rock
Air rocked and rocked see
The rock rocked
Where you get whipped like a whirl into into
The Voice might have been gentler
Might have been a superduper hero might've
But whipping wind leaves uproot the damn trees, Voice!
One musical moment
Where the Voice is the music not the transmitter
Dididididitdit static in the attic, shake the groans, Bones
Keep moving here, Get your feet off the bench there
Do what the damn sign says
Damn sign says Fuck You Brother
Fuck you
Now the voice lagoon-like deconstructs "like"
Into a myriad of flash fishes
Millions of tiny whispers gonna be the wind again
Tickle the whiskers off that cat
Wind-up time, hey
Pitcher delivers
I'd be a dancing fool in Stalin's basement
I'd take the Poundian contradictions and slam
That dunk, Punk
All the right nows of Etheridge Knight Night hey
Don't you mend the blend, it ain't ripped (yet)
Do not so and so and so it
Who the hell stays up all night anymore anyway
Delirious jazz night, tender paper and rugged artificiality of E-net existence
And children crawling up and down the Bannisters of Midnight
The little darlings, living model of evolution
What school they gonna go to to learn something
While behind and around
Up over and through
Through all the all
And down the hall
The Voice is singing now
A shadow song unlocking movement
Capillary action of sweet rough
Flow the blow, go on to the Now now
You and your fingers the separate but somehow
Cooperating fingers around the throat of music
Voice music pops a corpuscle's muscle
Deeper'n'deeper'n'deeper'n'deep
Voice, where you lead us?
The way out Way Out
Song itself sings itself
Flying over scorched earth
What school they gonna go to to learn something
This has been Preface to a Rebirth Announcement Haiku
Amen Amiri Amen
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LOTS OF SPACE LOTS OF WORDS
Lots of words fill up lots of space
Even space between words filled with other words in other Words, as under the wave the speed bump decays
Absolutely not to the octagon! Trans., Death woke me up this morning
Called me Bob but we're not I repeat not on first name's basis
I interrupted she interrupted the beautiful stirrup for the perfectly SHAPED (first use of "shape") heel rolling into place,
The wave looming uhoh
Two bad thistles look the other way, all tufted and parachutey, being no loonnggeerr interested in uh anything except the throniest (sic) Antilogic Nonsystems, unfolding of the linens. My agent preps the garden soul, thunder belies. Little Teenybop Loveskis Liltin Lollypoppaloosest 99 Stylee. Some moral fibers for breakfast.
A Morsel of Fact
:
When King Pundar handed his hairnet over to the the fabulous Grindel, George Washington was Black. An African American, some slave blood. Also some Native blood, and Martha had some Black in her too. Twist dials on the Fact Bank Britannica-ROM to "DNA." Add static to soundtrack: "Buzz tol' me the moon's a coal and lonely place, Bob, and the Earth's a seether. Buzz'd get lucid (and loose!) after about five or six lose count of those little blue mescal martini subs. But you can't tweak the Nose of Truth. History is no joke. More like a mock epic" or a tsunami at the laundromat.
Bbbbut, (whimpering now)...buy...but...which way should I twist it?
The dial so luminous, voracious, radiant. A chunk of plutonium. A time machine, past life channeler, a fork bender, a jar of smoke from Dostoyevsky's last cigar
Chuck Berry is stuck
Doin the rooster walk
Crowin his fuckin head off
The world's a motherfucking stage, Motherfucker
Hiding sex becomes more and more important as the millennium demands closure. The Recording Artist Formerly Known As Prince -- ah, hell, let's just say ex-Prince!....
"Billie Billie Billie!" She'd curl the exclamation into a question
And say That's a poem
Still twisting the dial? Still twisting the night away.
Turn the clown's bulbous red schnoz until light goes off.
Lullabye, the world useta be sure it did
So what? Friends you useta have, too
The dusty road settles into itself
Whose dust are you?
Abe (Lincoln, formerly known as President) walks out on stage with Chuck Berry to wild acclaim. Chuck is shouting something as he does his famous "rooster walk." Let's see if we can get a direct feed from his last lungs, "This is the birth of rock'n'roll."
Within the cave of the wave
Whose dust are you?
Clarity and precision are my lovers, too
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(it is NOT PART OF POEM)
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Lots of words fill up lots of space
Tons of words to blind, as in, the letters form word-like shapes
(first use of SHAPE) arrays of vowels and conant consonants
Even the space between words, separating them, actually forming them
Becomes filled with other words in other words
Letters link the string of words together, the necklace -- I shall get a stone for your necklace , Love -- becomes a solid strand
There are no bends in this river, my letter to you begins
And never ends, a single word spun out, a reel casting for bigger fish
Fish bigger than the whole ocean put together
The whole ocean is put together, innapropriately enough by the time we get
There it is an X
Water washes sun hangs out to dry
All the time cry cry into big blue bowl that is the sky
Send it up, Mr Helmetmeister, a sendup! Ah. The sky
As under the wave the speed bump decays
Absolutly not to the octagon, Death woke me up this morning
Called me Bob but we're not I repeat not on a first name basis
I interrupted she interrupted the beautiful stirrup for the perfectly SHAPED (first use of "shape") heel rolling into place
The wave looming
Uhoh
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Such a sharp and pungent yet familiar, yes...
The smell of wild onions arising from the trodden
Ground -- 16-person film crew all over setting
Up the track shot. Everything grows back is the pleasure
Of James Still. A last walk to the final resting place,
A perfect face in the little ceramic kettle.
The blacksnake coiled in the the cool well.
Trillium white dancing, floating through the frame.
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for David Henderson
Blank spaces
Between buildings
Hadn't been there
Ooo, a little squirming
In a zoo now
Be cool
In the center
Don't get picked off
At the end
Of the line
To be eaten
Piles of rubbish
Broken glass & cans & jewels
Shimmering rubbish
Artificial moon
Neon blink
Between A & B
CLUB round & round
Neon blink
Good times here
Put together by one or two people
It's not like they're part
Of an international chain
Except the international chain of
No cover No minimum
No maximum
To the good times
Sign says Free Public Baths
Sign says Wholesale Vegetable Distributor
Big tapestry, brilliant
Jesus. Jesus! Window
Slams down.
Sidewalk covered with acronyms
HEW, HUD. Asbestos.
The man who invented asbestos
Died a few years later
Of lung cancer
All the builders insulated with it
Madison Square insulated with it
Until the elephants knocked it down
Nuyorican girls club
Teen Angels go
For a young boy's legs
Sweet torment, 6th St.
Well, the liquor store on Avenue C
Now there's a sight
Hard to get a bottle
Even when you got the money
Security door, bullet‑proof plexiglass
Attack‑train doberman shepherd
Hey, that liquor sure is priceless stuff
Roaming around food aromas
Bread baking
Ripe mangoes for a second
Did you get that
For a second strong mango
Tropical moon music
Music music music
7th between B & C
Right before dawn
Pushcart people
In the distance
Comin' up
Comin' up
Avenue C
From down below Houston St.
Settle down
Light little fires
Like a Gypsy caravan
It really was
Fruits, vegetables, candles
Mangoes? Not then
Not for long
With the Lower East Side Charcuterie
Do you accept food stamps for your pate?
Show me the way
To the next sushi bar
Cappuccino would be fine
Chevre & a nice lite wine
Hey, look over there
What used to be a Camaro
Parked where a building used to be
All the glass broken out
All the windows in the building broken out
It's in the right place
No tires
Not going anywhere
It takes a lot of cinder blocks
To seal up
The city cracks
Put that Camaro in a museum!
Crossing Avenue A
Feeling the DMZ
On 11th St., Paradise Alley
Kerouac wrote here
Then a shooting gallery
Now the junkies are blocked in
At one time neigh highly Jewish
Yeshiva here
The Irish controlling the waterfront
So the Jewish kids didn't go swimming
On 3rd St. some row houses
Hamilton Fish built them
Middle class, 1830's
7th St. bourgeoisie
Yo! Peace Eye Books
Kosher Dairy
Allen Ginsberg ate here
Muggers left his poems
Poems still here
Graffiti
I remember
What it said
I don't remember
A beautiful image
Street‑lit
Images sustain community
Gentrification cuts out
Music music music
The garbage
Hell I wrote a letter
Three days later
Two garbagemen
Came to the door
OK OK, let's trace it
Inside the detail
Let's trace the origins of garbage
Remember Lionel Ziffrin,
Famous (Zif) comics founder
Wandering late at night
Collecting icons
Old Ukrainian ones, homemade ones
Agents of Christianity also out late at night
Out to destroy the icons
Battle of the icons
Several places, they built their own icons
Birds on sheets, crate altars
Jars of liquid amphetamine
With different colored pebbles in them
People working all the time all the time
& then somebody flipping out
& trashing the whole place
Stomping in the night! Amphetaminos!
Reality sense community
Pockets of beauty
Survival music
Get it together before it disappears
The people the buildings & whatnot
People out there, life
Goes on in its everyday
Disaster area
Up on 75th & 5th with a beer on the street
Illegal to drink there, babes
Except Perrier
In a paper bag
Down here Esquire photoed some bums
Then polished them
Before & After
Now they're rich Hollywood stars
With agents
Now they're back on the Bowery
Wined
A bag lady listening through the door salsas
Tripping on D at 2 or 3
Sinister street
But keep it looking messed up
Maybe the gentry can't set up shop
In the apartments it's cozy
Outside, the garbage is camouflage
When the streets get cleaned up
The people who've been living here
Won't be able to afford to anymore
Painted walls
Empty buildings
Darkness at twilight
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