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
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