Bus Ride to Newtown

On city bus riding on provisional tar roads layered with rain, Watching silently in my head while water roars on the windows and people in coats grumble crowdedly, And me in my thin blue jumper! Silly for such a cold day but what is there to do? I suppose I could get off at Newtown and get me a cheap raincoat or windbreaker from Vinnies, And then if Josh doesn’t show up catch the next rainy bus to Lewisham, But that’s in the future...

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Life & Death

Twin horns beat against the backdrop Twin horns dancing To their own song Twin horns color an otherwise Black night Pale street lights hug trash in the middle of the road A winos lips grab that last gulp Never enough despite being told its too much by so many The twin horns remain Always in sync Despite the separation Of time, space, and...

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Lewisham Visitation

A football oval somewhere –––– long verdurous grass growing thick from good soil. By the footpath concrete, sitting, watching the ancestor of an illegal dutch immigrant, Who last week just lost it and sat on his desk upside down in a rage, And the kindergarten teacher with her dog, A small little animal with short curled fur and a grinning mouth, And slow-like, the thin strips of velvet silver smoke ascend into the blue air Twirling...

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Meeting of the Dharma Bums at Piper’s Bar

Jack came back at Piper’s Bar He was doing snuff with Chuck And laughing at me “I’m always here, man. I’m the other half of your heartbeat. I need you to keep me alive.” I cursed and I swore That I thought that I didn’t need Jack no more But he came down from Oregon To put me back upon my rails “You know how old I was when I died?” He asked Placing a hand upon my shoulder I nodded, “Two years older than I am...

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going places

going places where are you going with your body which never really came here in the first place there is a three foot bubble around me and only the animals are tame but some of them are wild as russian tigers which i avoid assiduously as a human your alibi is tight as air a migrating bird got lost in a restaurant i picked it up with only one hand and showed it to the door it rejoined its comrades in a parking lot you would do the same...

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how unique you

how unique you this moment in time is molded by entropy it never will happen it already happened the other day there was no other day are you aware of other animals or people watch them come out of their burrows then hide a handful of nuts might attract them or pheromones you proliferate thank you jesus they lick your brain oboy it feels good taste it yourself often imitated never duplicated the unique you and unique they funny little...

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A Super Supermarket in North Jersey
Jan17

A Super Supermarket in North Jersey

by G.K. Stritch – find her on Amazon Why, Allen Ginsberg, thoughts of you fill my head as I go out in cold sun winter morn to supermarket. Not any supermarket, but a super supermarket. A supermarket as sterile as hospital.  A supermarket sans smells of fish or cheese, cheese so hermetically packaged no smell dare escape, but no wafting scents of bread or cakes baking, either. A super supermarket with five-and-twenty sad lobsters on...

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the book of fury

the book of fury the sweet lords came who wished to harm us which seemed unnatural and strange. we reconstructed page by page the book of fury they were reading our scholars went on holiday familiar linguists we all loved usurped by comic clown poseurs who jest of fury and its pain earth to mother ship mayday mayday sweet lords are attacking with bullwhips essentially clock springs and we are running out of grapes clocks and more...

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