0Looking Forward: What We Want To Hear In 2009
0Live Forever at The New Museum
NEW YORK STATE (4)
In bleached wig and war
Paint, I’m disguised. And sold
Off all my clothes.
Put on the white belt with
A thousand stitches and buy
A one way ticket
To the nearest war zone.
FORMING
Plastic baggy…
Posted on February 9th, 2009 in Poetrya new prophetess
dreamed it from the red apex
of a carnival
cranial plate shift
or earthquake buries the ferris
wheel across the street
waits in bed for your
father; wants to check your flight,
he insists on sleep
subterfuge at…
Posted on November 8th, 2008 in PoetryMamma, him, his father was ill
his mother, very ill, shut down
fifty percent more abortions
left his widowed mamma optimistic
in America
Grumpy hard-hearted life changes
and grandfather’s wishes
transforming curves into hard lines
…
