Holiday = A new Poem

Permission

to request

attention

Smack down

for tall poppies

Christmas with your family

drunk Englishmen

in summer

wildly good-mannered

still, kind.

Or a twisted

Broadway musical

scene

with my family

an obligation

served by proximity

The apartment is

cozier

because I’m planning

to stay home more

The month flickers

A perfect transfer

twice I walked

straight onto my train.

This represents

another year

without you

No more lamb

roasts

people hardly feel

the need to eat

here

let alone share

I’m saving up for a

feast though

Bring Love

and leave your temper

at the door.

Quietly loudly

I realized that I had all but abandoned this blog, when someone commented earlier today, on a post I wrote back in May 2007. I have been busy in the blogosphere, still i miss this style of blogging and want to do it more. I promise to keep checking in when I have something un-Brooklyn-Socialite-like to say. This will be a good home for my straight up poetry and prosaic vulnerabilities. Accordingly here is a poem dedicted to my good old Bridge and Tunnel Days of yore.

Lincoln Tunnel

Some people swallow the rhetoric hard

I seem to spit it out instead

In a dark tunnel

The Lincoln

And struggling for a pen

To recycle the song

Not hate on the rhythm

Eco warrior blues

Infiltrate

All that swims in ink

On once

White culture-free

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