1. MORAITIS ESTATE MALAGOUSIA
wandering the old vineyard a wolf in the springtime sun, sedated by basil, dazzled by light.
1. MORAITIS ESTATE MALAGOUSIA
wandering the old vineyard a wolf in the springtime sun, sedated by basil, dazzled by light.
in the scummy tenderloin, when your night is ending and mine's just beginning, you press the thin white stick to your pursed lips. red glass orbs alive, tea light flickering across your bare shoulders, you gaze into the eyes of a man w love ignorant of city and country, dystopia and arcadia, this bliss or that. you see me but i’m a universe away.
LATIN JAZZ CM 4 DJAMILA
La vida es un carnaval is what the poets say, so be a poet: marvel all you can each jasmine day.
DEATH METAL CM 4 MERYL
It seems the earth its wild ellipse rides faster every year— but truthfully it’s all our trips effacing all frontier.
GEELRIADNRE CM 4 ELISE
Experimental music made upon the ARP we love will always be a serenade, a reverie above.
SEA LION PARTICLES
sitting at the ocean with my friend under the purple blue sky and the white moon fading alongside the most famous golden gate, watching the birds to and fro and the slightly decomposed creature bathing in gigantic dollops of cappuccino froth, my butt against the damp rock, i imagine that last night’s rain could erode the whole cliffside, wonder where all the time goes, wonder where it’ll all go.
DOORS ARE OPENING
doors are opening but i’m just sitting, staring out a window at the bleary reflections of red and yellow ghosts.
LAST NIGHT I DREAMED
last night i dreamed i couldn’t write a poem but then i woke up, bathed and dressed in wet slate shadows, and went for a walk in the early golden light.
MOLASSES BOOKS
all the beautiful people the cool NY people the melting pot personified the poets in the bookshop sipping freshly brewed black coffee cracking tall cans of Miller milling about in quiet anticipation to hear lines lifted from online chats to hear lines about, dogs, death, and moms to hear with straining ears thru choking heat they drift outside for brief respite the sky colored city orange in september haze they drift inside to hear another young woman in her large love red blazer high above the crowd like someone emboldened by a secret everyone in love she bequeathed the stage to the final reader our hostess dressed plainly radiating bolder only the sheets of paper in her hands have nerves she reads three poems, the last a question: “will you marry me?” shock, ecstasy, he kisses her with golden hollywood passion shocked, ecstatic, a dozen balloons tangle themselves in the ceiling. outside it’s cooler sobbing has ceased gentle falling rain cool cool night everyone in love.
THE TALL BLONDE GIRL
the tall blonde girl walking down Polk from Turk in the fitted charcoal jeans and the fitted chambray shirt, effortless and lithe.