On this day, 40 years ago, August 26th, 1979, my family stepped off a plane at JFK. On the way to our new hometown, Sparta, NJ, my father insisted we stop at the base of the World Trade Center towers. He was awed by the towers. And they were terrific, sure, but, coming from the…
Category: Fuckery
Followers
I am resting. Watch. I am fluttering, you follow. Be wise when you chase.
Anchored
What color are you? It depends on the light, no? Our hooks are in the mud.
Avarice
Precious is you.Jade, ruby, amber opals.A fiend tugs within.
Tempting Invite
Wet between your toes Softly walk upon the pond Beware of below
Passion and Pain
Leaves thrust, firm and new. Breathing with callow desire. Petals rot like flesh.
Heavy water
Eight point three pounds. Gallons upon gallons. Displace me now.
Dawns
The one word to learn. In any tongue is thank you. Rising from your bunk.
Home
In a flat I rest. My neighbor, her blooms are fresh. And the rich look down.
A Long Journey On The 2 Train
Standing riders shuffled around, equalizing the gap between themselves and everyone else.
None heard that the lines written for Hercule Poirot were delivered with a proper English tone. Nor did they care that the questions from her daughter were born of a place much closer to Kensington and Prospect Park than Kensington and Hyde Park.