A menacing plume
Of westerly mist
Slithers in from the Pacific
Like the squall line
Of a wicked thunderstorm
To blanket the technological hub
Of all things, “in the cloud.”
The sun is planted high enough
On a soft canvas of blue
To burn
A few more lumens
Of alluring light
Onto the Financial District
As that dark mass
Of frigid sea air
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Straight edge days
Sharp as the Ginsu
Cutting through
Aluminum cans
In a 1982
TV ad.
I am heavily
[Under]medicated lately.
And
I am meaner,
More alert,
More punk,
And angrier
Now
Than I was
When Hudson rye
Swam in my belly
Like the dirty Mississippi
Carries rotten driftwood
To get stuck
In the dull blades
Of an onboard motor
Of a fishing boat
Whose ballast
Crawls with suffocating catfish
Flailing and sucking at the air
Among the earthworms,
All of whom will spend
Their last days
In a styrofoam bucket.
And the goal
Of writing more;
To be available
To write more,
Has become
More intoxicating
Than any night
I cannot remember
And only knew of
From the evidence
Written on a pocketful
Of financially detrimental
Bar tabs
From neighborhoods
I should only go to
When looking
To kill
Or be killed.
I’m sitting
In a rented room
On a Saturday night
With a glass of red wine
Where nothing else belongs to me.
I let my heavy head
Fall into my open palms
And I stare down at my reflection
In the tempered glass of a computer desk.
I do recognize the tired face
Glaring back at me.
I wonder, “Who is that?” Read the rest of this entry »
People.
Loud
Intense
Caucasian
Brown
Black
Translucent
Transparent
Talkative
Introverted
Outspoken
Annoying
Soothing
Down and out
Wealthy
Special needs
Need to be alone
Need to be looked at
Carrying too much
Living out of luggage
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