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NEW YEARS EVE ATHEIST


 

falling or rising by vagabond ©
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new years eve atheist

new years eve
the void stretches out to greet me
(as it does every year)
i don’t know
what i’m supposed to do about it
the new year over my shoulder
warm on my neck whispering like a lover
that will break my heart
it’s a suckers bet
this exuberance
signing checks with it’s mouth
that it’s ass can’t cash
everyone convinced
it will be different this time
except me
i remember last years betrayal
and the year before that
and the one before that
all the possibilities wasted
on an exuberance
that won’t get past the 2nd of January
as you stand or sit
at the same job (or no job)
with the same lover (or no lover)
the same god (or no god)
the same government
the same president
the same cops
the same bank account
such a sad bunch of suckers
believing to believe
except me
the new years eve atheist
the new year looks like a shitcom rerun
of last year
boring in its familiarity
chance drained
risk aborted
exigency sapped
the potential left to freeze
in a puddle on 45th St and bway
as street sweepers
tare the streamer

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SURGEONS OR BUTCHERS


Surgeons and Butchers
surgeons or butchers by vagabond ©

surgeons or butchers

pacifism
it sounds good
in theory
but inside
is a cancer that
that needs surgery
an operation that will
free us both
and if they won’t
lie down
and stay still
for us to carefully
remove the growth
then we’ll
cut them open
standing up
and they can die
with it
either way
some blood
must be shed
and
we can be surgeons
or we can be butchers
but this thing
between us
must be settled

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted in this space… Share what you like… both on line and off…

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STILL TOGETHER


still togethter
still together by vagabond ©

still together
(an old school nyc love story)

lamstons the five and dime
in the subway at rockefeller center
where we met
went out of business

the criterion movie theater
in times square
where we went
on our first date
became a toys r us but is vacant now

the crumbling pier on christopher st
where we kissed for the first time
among the trannies
and homeless gay youth
is all fixed up now

little rickie’s on 1st ave and 3rd st
selling things no one needed
but everyone wanted
with the black and white photo booth
is gone

nell’s on 14th st
where we did
our midweek clubbing
closed down
and never reopened

domsey’s the thrift shop warehouse
where i bought back the leather jacket
i painted for you
that was stolen from save the robot’s
moved to a storefront

cbgb the church of punk rock
where ricanstruction played
couldn’t afford
to renew the lease

everything rough
and jagged
and strange and wonderful
and sad and broken
but working
is gone

but you and i are still together
living proof new york
real estate agents want to forget
you and i remain defiant

still together
living proof
of a new york no one
believes in
not anymore
anyway

-vagabond ©
Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted here in this space… Share what you like… both on line and off…
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FILM UNMAKING


film unmaking

film unmaking

an image
or a concept
catches my minds eye
a story forms around it
the idea takes root
screaming
from within me
to be made
i think about
calling the crew
the usual suspects
jeff, omar, sam, joe
to make it
and then the ground
grows soft
from beneath me
and the practicality of things
mentions something about money
and begins to take everything apart
and it all starts to sink
the idea
still screaming inside me
to be made
like a spoiled child
full of privilege
and demanding more life
driving me mad
with frustration
so i take it to the killing room
in my mind
and strangle it
until it’s dead
leave it on the killing floor
with the rest of the ideas
i strangled before it
and then i mourn
in a quiet rage

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted here in this space… Share what you like both off line and on…

Shortlink: http://wp.me/p1eniL-1MW

BOTH ENDS OF A MYSTERY


both ends of a mystery

both ends of a mystery

we were working
at the five and dime
in the subway
first time i saw you
it was shotgun adrenaline
and i was sure of something
for the first time
you were standing there
a strange girl
glowing in
glorious imperfection
burning both ends of a mystery

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted here in this space… Share what you like… both online and off…

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LEARNING TO DIE


DISENGAGE
learning to die by vagabond ©

learning to die
(for harry dean stanton)

the trick is to disengage
from the bullshit
from fear from hate
from the smallness
that holds us back
to disengage from
the stink of desperation
this place leaves on your skin

i want the courage to disengage
from the idea that you are not me
and that i am not you
and the fear more than anything else
to disengage from the fear
it’s a trick question
when you open your arms to the void
you find love resides
in the strangest of places

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted here in this space… Share what you like… both online and off…

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4 BAPTISMS


Four Baptisms
4 baptisms by vagabond ©

4 baptisms

fire
star dust comes
burning out of the sky
gathering a consciousness
as it falls to the sea

water

the ocean cools
the surface
and the soul takes a form
that will always thirst

air
inhale exhale
this is the machinery of living
exhale inhale
duality within the singular corpus

earth
algor mortis
let it go resting in earth
returns us to star dust
to hurtle in space around the sun

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted here in this space… Share what you like… both online and off…

Shortlink: http://wp.me/p1eniL-1Io