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my urgency

March 24th, 2014 § Poem #350 § 0 comments § permalink

 

i leave a lot
so my life is lived with urgency

i know what it is to live in the moment
because that is all i get in some places

tomorrow i move from new york
and where you might look at our meeting with patience
with all of life left
i know there is only today
in reality, in all forms and in all angles

here today
somewhere else tomorrow
different country in two months
new dimension by summer

why go through the rote modes of redudency

live fast, full, passionate

life does not accomplish itself

 

 
af

 

 

 

(written with pen on paper)

perfectly romantic

March 21st, 2014 § Poem #349 § 0 comments § permalink

 

it is such a perfectly romantic morning…

warm and rainy
tucked into the corner of an empty coffee shop
sunday
nora jones whispering
memories and dreams
street cloudy gray peaceful
a couple falling further in love over apple pie
then a horn-splashed jazz blast fills a blink
surrounded, invisible
waitress smiles
nose fills with lust
refills and restitution
as balanced as existence

…such a perfectly romantic morning

 

 
af

 

 

 

(written with pen on paper)

my new home

March 20th, 2014 § Poem #348 § 0 comments § permalink

 

I want to walk amongst the ghosts
see the dark lights illuminated ominously
hear whispers in my ear down these ancient corridors

The horn will guide me home
drift on the fog through willowed grapevines
the spirits will catch my breath

The smell of smoked paprika and hot peppers
haze defines their silhouettes
tattooing their angst in the hope of the living

Stomach is hungry waiting for gumbo
ready, more than postured to be satisfied
death in life in all consumed apparitions of history

 

 

 

af

 

 

 

(written with pen on paper back home in new orleans)

my mind, my thoughts

March 19th, 2014 § Poem #347 § 0 comments § permalink

 

I judged the sick
now I am not healthy
I mocked the crazy
now I am insane
I ignored the lonely
now I am in solitude
I mistrusted the quiet
now I am silent
I insulted conformity
and now I am unoriginal

I guess it is true…
I am everything I put my mind to

 

 

 

af

 

 

 

(written with pen on paper)

where to begin?

March 18th, 2014 § Poem #346 § 0 comments § permalink

 

Where to begin?

One day sober and
hurricanes, avalances, typhoons, deep freezes
and one major fucking earthquake
Exhausted, hungry, stone-dazed
wandered removed from any life known
o med grit bac bisc n joe

Time to breathe
walking too fast now leads to trying too slowly
crack dem bones
get a board to slap these feet on
my many faucets of exultation
screaming omens can’t help but hear

Where to begin?
fuck if I know
step first, step second
cause there ain’t nothing past the present

 

 
af

 

 

 

(written with pen on paper at slim’s)

you keep staring at me

March 17th, 2014 § Poem #345 § 0 comments § permalink

 

Stop staring at me from the side of your eyes
Stop talking about me, please?
I am trying to find one place in this city
on the outskirts
where I could just be myself
Sure, I’d like to believe that you are talking about
“the cute mysterious guy”
but I am sure it is just the usual
“why is he so weird?”
You happen to be laughing whenever I catch your eye
I am sorry if my assumptions and judgements are
stronger than my common sense and will
but I keep seeing you staring at me out of the corners of your eyes

 

 

 

af

 

 

 

(written with pen on paper at rocky’s)

realization (2)

March 14th, 2014 § Poem #344 § 0 comments § permalink

 

afraid of being what we are
complex in our theories
the enemy and the believer
living in all sides of the political pool
often drowning in hypocrisy
unable to bear the nuance of our depth

 

 

 

af

 

 

 

(written with pen on paper)

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