Frank O’Hara wrote very rapidly on a typewriter he kept about chest height on top of a bureau of drawers where he’d shove the finished poems amid underwear and shirts and socks that he wore to his job at MOMA selling postcards and ultimately curating abstract expressionist canvases by his drinking buddies late at night—the […]
Out the kettle, a whistle like a neigh escapes the red throat of a drunk horse, animal or man, alone, collapsed on the road, crying out with the last stone of strength, his voice a burning silver howling louder & louder & louder until his maker rushes to close the flame.
Singer, the thief, steals a dignity as its needle eye blinks and moves to fool the unsteady hand that attempts to thread it. The sway-back villain disrupts the flow of colorful threads, tampers with tension of the iron-latticed pedal, forcing a frail foot into a press-halt pace. This stitch robber stealthily unwinds: her bobbins, her […]
He sits down at his computer and opens a folder and discovers a folder he’d forgotten about and opens it and discovers another folder he doesn’t recognize and opens it and now a folder a sort of backup he remembers creating years ago and opens it and discovers a folder so deep inside the computer, […]
I lie half-crazed on a cement bed, Temp 102. I’m on a grave, a table? The nurses make their rounds in shoes of lead, Rolling pcs, forms to sign, and my one med Until the virus has a label. I lie half-crazed on a cement bed. I want to tell them that I feel code […]
My index finger punching in Jackson 3280 My father’s At his office downtown In the Farm Credit Building Thumb punching the cell phone 402.551,3080 My mother’s At our house on Cass Street Where I grew up staggering toward vodka Sometimes I’m drunk all day And dial wrong No one answers so I hang up Before […]