Tuesday, April 21, 2009

artifact

it was dark blue
a heat that trapped
the hills the night

in this april
may american
northeast I yearn

for crying on hot
soil, blue dark,
past stratum.




© alr 2009

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Physician

What anger in
this rough patch
of skin.

How I would rather linger
on the memory
of surprise,

the way it took a minute
for the simple eros
of diagnosis to sink in:

a hand had reached up
and was touching
a face.



© alr 2009

Saturday, March 21, 2009

little elegy for s. trinkaus

how can this be new york blank cloud of screen
how can this be partita white cord into ears
word glow, sound stream, i leave them
last night and see lincoln center from the sidewalk
which was very alive was this what you knew
if i am not playing how will i keep you teacher


© alr 2009

Friday, March 06, 2009

Bayside

go out and come back with words and coffee
forgetting old errand at kwikmart
ah city nested in bays this long island which is not long island
in the sweet march air on a boulevard called bell
I wonder why I thought Manhattan was so great anyhow
also why spring makes me think of the british novel


© alr 2009

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

search

walking down 5th i turn on 13th
joe this coffeeshop is still there
just on this one block the city
becomes briefly home but then
on university place i am alone
again

a woman found floating in the river
survived but blacked out re: last week
this was called dissociative fugue

at W4 starbucks hear blackbird
but it’s only someone else
trying to sound like paul



© alr 2009

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Phase (II)

On platform listening to phase music

two trains two loops

b d f v, when did I stop playing the typewriter?

Flirt with a genius. Squint in the light.



© alr 2009