solace

solace

some things cannot be
expressed with words.

awful tears shouts unable
to capture.

numb, then sadness.
solace will come.

Question for the Texas Roadhouse in Brooklyn, OH

If, as you advertise,
you are expert provider
of all critical things Texas,

where is the most important
Texas product?

Sunday in Cleveland

Sunday in Cleveland

Cars zoom solo
across pavement
made for more.

my coffeepot yawns
as dreams barely beat
the sunshine
into my room.

speak for myself

speak for myself

others may be wiser
felt this before,
missed hudson sunsets
from other waters' shores.

yearning heart implores
i

speak for myself.

untitled

new socks
and farmers markets

go a small way

in easing the (late) start
of a coffeeless, cloudy,

without you day.

creature comforts

the challah doughy
and unfamiliar,

a gift rejected outright.

yet,
warm souls
on a cool shabbos night,

makes everything
a little better.

audacity

you lost your right
to use words like this
long before today

literary license long lifted,
sayeth I, how dare you.

untitled

pushing its way through
curtains unfit,
over street lights,
six lanes of cars
hurtling towards days,

i wake with sunshine
rushing into my hands.

untitled

always feeling the fate of
worlds bearing down
kilotons of importance
whiring towards me; some
answers are not easy or
ready, feeling full my
deficiencies.

i know what Langston would say

If, lacking soul,
your feet are constrained,
perhaps for culture
you feel disdain.

but if you don't like rhythm,
simple and plain,

DON'T MOVE TO HARLEM!


(dedicated to the drummers in Marcus Garvey Park. And the gentrifiers who hate on African drumming therein.)

perfection

the reliable rhythm
of deliver ball,
catch and return.

eyes untrained may
glance, then look
away, not learn

what amazing feats
are contained in
moments of constance.

Beset

Beset

FOUNTAINS
We hold SPARKLER
these truths IED
to be AK47
self evident ROMAN CANDLE
that all men LAND MINE
are created ROCKETS
equal PINWHEEL
and are CLUSTER
BOMB

What Maxwell Smart taught me

Sometimes, the old ways are
the best ways, but measuring
past to present constantly
could suck the joy out of it.
don't forget your
shoe phone.
and keep trying.

parking

parking

exhilaration rushes through limbs
as i carefully weave through avenues
hydrants, from overeager traffic cops.
find sacred secret place
meant for resting.
slide, turn wheel
car locks with pavement.
perfection.

why?

Sammy Ellie Lucy Unnamed Son
Sarah Bryan the Boys Skylar
Laree Captain Squishy Elie Michal
smiling elevator david the ones
at shul, the ones in need,
ones everywhere, and especially
you.