"You cannot argue with the weather."--Mrs. Eskin (my landlady)

Oh, Roberto. Enough with the threats.

Four a.m. philosophies make
the idea of something mundane
like murder much more manageable.
Besides, the bag of saltpox
has eroded through to the second floor.
If the neighbors call the cops again
I'll show them the inside
of a wasp's nest for the insane plea
we're bound to make, regardless.

Hey. Hey. HEY!

The thieves have loosened
the blood hounds from their cages,
the aviary conductor conducting
something more orchestral
than detective.
More morphine for my mint julip,
darling.
I can't bear to watch
all the fumblings this morning
I've suffered from the most awful
dreams.
I imagined everything
was governed by geometry
and nothing chaotic.
Oh, it simply sends me
the shivers.
Double the dosage on that, dear.
I don't want to feel my feelings
just yet.

Good Morning, Osiris

Waking again with limbs of lead
in the crumpled position of wrinkled
cloth wires wrapping around me
like an unsalted fish floundering
in a newly shaken pan, i'm coming to
last night's pseudo-cocaine binge
really got me itching the inside of my
skull this time
so bad for you.
The river is less than a quarter of a mile
from my bed and the sun is directly over
Uncle Apollo's Lower East Side apartment,
lets drown out these dried up thoughts
and talk of deep things.
Meet me at the bottom.

Over and Out, Connecticut

Two rusted pennies by the
Riverside Park
Fountain.
Sunsink so deep
red, the clouds
combusting like God's
wednesday night heart
burn.
Sky is aflame. My wishes
materialize into Armaggeddon,
too soon to leave,
besides,
the trees are beginning
to unwrinkle.
Catch my spray
when i dive, will you?

can someone please proofread my DNA?

Waking up on the floor

When we get angry we say things
we don't mean,
or maybe just the things
we never meant to say.