Brooklyn Narcissus
Straight rye whiskey, 100 proof
you need a better friend?
Yes. Myself.
The lights
the lights
the lonely lovely fucking lights
and the bridge on a rainy Tuesday night
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The Café Filtre
Slowly and with persistence
he eats away at the big steak,
gobbles up the asparagus, its
butter & salt & root taste,
drinks at a glass of red wine, and carefully
taking his time, mops up
the gravy with bread—
The top of the café filtre is
Read Poem he eats away at the big steak,
gobbles up the asparagus, its
butter & salt & root taste,
drinks at a glass of red wine, and carefully
taking his time, mops up
the gravy with bread—
The top of the café filtre is
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Ritual X. : The Evening Pair of Ales
EAST OF EDEN
is mountains & desert
until you cross the passes into India .
It is 3 o’clock in the afternoon or
twenty of 8 at night, depending
which clock you believe .
AND WEST IS WEST
It’s where the cups and saucers are,
Read Poem is mountains & desert
until you cross the passes into India .
It is 3 o’clock in the afternoon or
twenty of 8 at night, depending
which clock you believe .
AND WEST IS WEST
It’s where the cups and saucers are,
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Journal: April 19 : The Southern Tier
I
look out the window in upstate New York, see
the Mediterranean stretching out below me
down the rocky hillside at Faro, three
years, two months, fourteen days earlier .
8:25 A. M.
Rosemary gone back to sleep, pink & white . I
stand at the livingroom window drinking coffee, open
Read Poem look out the window in upstate New York, see
the Mediterranean stretching out below me
down the rocky hillside at Faro, three
years, two months, fourteen days earlier .
8:25 A. M.
Rosemary gone back to sleep, pink & white . I
stand at the livingroom window drinking coffee, open
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