The Symmetries of Flowers in Concrete for M
The Symmetries of Flowers in Concrete for M
stopping at the new bus stop
on Broadway and Penn
(cold gray morning)
three great metal daises
have sprung up from the ground
over night though hard frozen concrete
put up by construction
workers no doubt
concocted by some two-bit
commercial hack artist
who received healthy
government grant
while welfare mom who waits for bus
with children who go without
light turns green
I drive across town to deposit
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With All my Love From Buffalo...Her Rebuttal
on our wedding night
I buried myself into
your arms
you buried yourself
into mine
indifferent
to you now:
like the winds that blow
off Erie that form
the storms
that buries Buffalo
in the shroud
of winter
no Christmas
in Buffalo:
no warm feelings for the tide
we harden our hearts here
we carve them into grave markers
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Ecce Ancilla Domini.
Behold the Handmaid of the Lord, be it done unto me according to Thy word.'
The Angelus
The bells from St. Mary's still rings in the twilight
though I am a million miles away
from my hometown in which I was raised.
I hear them this early evening,
somehow they ring out this end of day
that falls, lies, then drowns
into the waters off this big city river bridge
where I sit alone,
just thinking
across the river
Ophelia closes her shop
the books standing alone, now
in perfect attention
waiting to be held
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The Crazy Man on Drew
the crazy man on Drew
straps a broken bicycle helmet on his head
rides in the rain and the sunshine
and he's old and fat enough to get to get
an attack, but he doesn't
he peddles home in the dark
the crazy man on Drew
walks his dog at midnight
sits on the wall at the hospital
curses at his beagle
cries in the rain
the crazy man on Drew
has a wife and kids
but they have no use for him anymore
unless the flowers they expected that day
didn't arrive
then they call him...
he will listen
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