alex mentions me in this : )
i was in europe, otherwise i would have been in it too!
We’re on Cablevision Public Access tonight at 8:30, right after our Huntington food share. Watch!
alex mentions me in this : )
i was in europe, otherwise i would have been in it too!
We’re on Cablevision Public Access tonight at 8:30, right after our Huntington food share. Watch!
Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas!
You really are beautiful! Pearls,
harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! all
the stuff they've always talked about
still makes a poem a surprise!
These things are with us every day
even on beachheads and biers. They
do have meaning. They're strong as rocks.
the students are justified. nyu is occupied.
(or at least was an hr ago when i walked past kimmel to the library)
Meanwhile Indians are falling
into the sugared chasms
of the harbors, wrapped
for burial in the mist of the dawn:
a body rolls, a thing
that has no name, a fallen cipher,
a cluster of dead fruit
thrown down on the dump.
from The United Fruit Co. translated by Robert Bly
Working title: JULY
The night you were arrested at Food Not Bombs
I watched from across the street as the light
shifted the sky, as the red sign from the tire place
touched your skin, reddened it along
with the lights from their sirens. I sat
with children who brought parents, and the parents
spoke in halting English to me until the children,
who were full of pity, translated.
You returned to my house without asking
hands dirty with food, sweat
I lay you down and took off my own clothes
placed my red bandana over your faced, wanted
you to smell me as I kissed you, fingers
over flesh followed by mouth. It was summer,
but we did not sweat. My lungs
filled with sea water, you arched
like a boat’s hull, and when your hands
moved to find me I was already there.
she said “no one will
ever love you the way I
do.” yeah, thank god.