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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…

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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…

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A SECRET YOU CAN USE


A SECRET YOU CAN USE
a secret you can use by vagabond ©

a secret you can use

nothing eases the pain
of consistent failure
of being broken
in a manner of your own choosing
because it’s the only choice we get
the lies just keep coming
each half as interesting than the last
and somehow twice as damaging

life seems to keep us alive
by distracting us from suicide
just long enough
in the meantime
the small things kill you
in installments in increments
always the small things
like a parking ticket
flapping on the windshield
or pouring your cereal
but having no milk

an accumulation of seemingly
inconsequential fuck ups
that lead to a rabbit hole
of self doubt
of self blame
you wonder if you aren’t some alien
stranded far from a home
you’ve never seen
nothing makes sense
you can do as your told
and still be wrecked
by the brutal efficiency of it all

the only solution
lies on the edge of the shore
where you can convince yourself
that the ocean is rushing to greet you
like a prodigal son
and the ocean could take you
if you were worth the taking
but the ocean just doesn’t give a fuck about you
but it would be good to be worthy one day
so crouch down in the sand
look out into the horizon
and see if you can steal
a secret you can use

-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 to my blog Nothing To Be Gained Here…

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