Steinman and Tear
Instructions:
There is a reader and at least three listeners.
The reader sits on a chair at the front of the room.
The listeners sit two or three to a table.
Candle light.
The reader announces each title, reads the poem, breaks shortly and continues.
Longing
skateboards and acoustic guitars
bowler hats and mustachio
wanderlust
the epoch of the inner city
abysmal void
Old English leather
bicycle saddles and tapas
exposed brick Prohibition era drink
16:55: Paris to Geneva
Think coffee
Bollywood actor runs his lines
annotates the script,
lips move, breath slow
blackberry backlit face
returning to the paper
agnes and angies walk by
Light comes through the vaulted windows
layers of soot and dust coat the ceiling
Dutch basrelief, remnants of prosperity
Cold brew in summer
Picabia females push through the copper plated revolving door
heading for the brasserie, steak frites Canterbury Tales
Clinking glasses, the low hum of myriad conversation
consonant sounds collide, smoke collects
soupe du jour
Drafted
walking by the indian actor,
Picabia females glance
his hands cover his eyes, reflecting deeper focus
Polka dot dress, suede jacket
rough skin, foreign accent
Roaring through
Blithe symbol
Incorrigible glide
Afternoon train.
Craft
shiver in the morning,
woken up feeling warm, vision blurry
clotted in sheets, white sheeth
pine needles outside blow lightly in the wind
garlic and onions fry on low heat
cracking the egg, in a billowy shirt
i lay, needing to pee, erect
editing thoughts, displaced
hungry but agreeable.
Letter
Cumbia
playing on the loud speaker. Marty and Cris flavoring with new found
sensation, a Jamaican “jerk” style sauce, which enhances most poultry.
Cumbia blasting louder, dancing faster and faster, losing himself in the
beat.
Orlando, summertime smiles. Franz doesn’t drink anymore, he’s just smoking weed.
Foundry
Receding hairline scattered in embrace
Needing you, I drive fast in a Cobalt Le Sabre,
You, my prince
Under and over, round I go
Topaz gully rift with yellow dreams
You, my prince
Strawberries and Yogurt, all I desire this time
waiting for you, culling and kicking with wanton leg
You, my prince
Blade, cutter, this Spartan burden.
You, my prince
David
Rococo
Greek Revival
Find me in the antiquities
Singsong futures
Pasts in stone
Khaki tomes
Italian histories with promise
Tile walls ceilings floors
Bathhouses gender freedom
Flowing water billowing steam
feelings they must have said
The mechanical
Mediterranean
Galileo Galilei
Caesar
Marble
Corinthian columns
Politic
Ethereal feeling
Grapes off the vine
Sun drenched Tuscany
The tragic comedy
Boundless love
Cypress Pointing to the heavens
Coliseum
Gladiator
noscitur a sociis
Group thought
Honor
The Achilles heal
Harlequin with lute
Public reprieve
Saturday
Speeding down the front stairs
Stumbling out the front door
Bed of gravel, next to Japanese style Zen Garden
Bed of gravel, next to Cherokee Buffalo Horn
Bed of gravel, next to Azteca bird feeder
Bed of gravel, next to sundial
jumping in the car
prayer flags flutter in the wind
leaves make wispy noises
there is gravel
Japanese Haiku four
Marin sundown stone
mountain bike shaky rock
thank you golden sun
Winter Writer
Blood Red Bordeaux
Sole and couscous
The New York Review of Books piled neatly in the corner
The New Yorkers strewn across the kitchen floor
chaise lounge lap top
lap top top so thin
self writing love typing
nest of chestnut roasting howling wind
Politics
middle east
maine second home alone
column book review
editor copy
local chevre toast honey and mustard
dictator south america
washington post
african sudan
Laureate 2011
White beard stroke
Grey day at inspiration point
Office Supplies
- capsule of books
- VHS collection
- Barcelona chair
- Abacus
- Moleskin
- Unabridged dictionary
Yip yip screen full of stickies.
Browsing, loading discovery
Untitled
art imitates life
Yoko and John
Busted
powdered denim jeans, sheet rock
a man sits counting on his fingers
This man look puzzled
Jean Claude and Cristo
the gates
Nils Thomas
forty five degree angle nearer to the top
spacial awareness found
beard thicker than it was
sipping the cups
foundry of car maternal
Submarine
Gully, we try to find these wanderers
Who could this BE?
Wiley wits and twits with foreign rhythm
Forecast dark and cloudy
Twelve daylight bulbs, rasp my eyes.
Radar
Bleep Bleep Bleep
taken back to hospital hours, sitting next you,
eyes wide, clasping your hand
taken further away
drinking unsweetened iced tea
under the old Cypress.
Bella Bartok
Crescendo like thin flood
Ovation of spit and scope, tastier and tastier
Licking frosting off a finger
Polar lens, mark maker
Bartok: blaze within
Corpse
dry rub
political underwears, all sizes
cuban missile crisis
smoke signal at 22:34
largess
picking my teeth with tea tree stick
out for lunch
this my time
Heathrow Express
Locked in line
Pedestals in front of the market
switchback after switchback
moving, dark lines demarcate
early morning wonder
sleep on sleep, a moorish fantasy
Wheeling down the metal hallway
Libidinous feelings allow, rocking me
back forth, continuing to wheel on
Core strengthening entertaining serial billboards
graphic after graphic, regrettable Olde English design
Way out, Paddington station.
Homeland
shaker furniture auction
pride
america
town hall meeting
maker of steal
miller of lumber
farmer of grain
folk song cattle drive
glistening golden prairie sundown
Pennsylvania railway
jazz
Thunderbird
Distressed jeans and extra large Crested Butte shirt hug hospital scrubs.
“Let’s get coffee”
Different color walls: Navy, Mustard, Crimson
blue tape left on, trying lazily to keep the molding white
Mishmash furniture Chili pepper lights strung across the patio
Texas toast against the machine
Cold brew, no shoes
Saturday
Speeding down the front stairs
Stumbling out the front door
Bed of gravel, next to Japanese style Zen Garden
Bed of gravel, next to Cherokee Buffalo Horn
Bed of gravel, next to Azteca bird feeder
Bed of gravel, next to sundial
jumping in the car
prayer flags flutter in the wind
leaves make wispy noises
there is gravel