Sep 23
Smith Corona Light out for the territory, you said Of course both of us wanted to be Rimbaud When Harry learns to dance we’ll make amends Until then Verlaine is old. I miss you in a Jane Kenyon way. I miss you like a coal fire And a rabbit’s foot, a brilliant gazebo, melted ice, …
Sep 13
Condolence Book I’m sorry for your loss. I’m deeply sorry for your loss. I’m sorry I lost my manners that night we were drinking in Maine. Your whole family is in my thoughts, especially that little nymphet with the rust and stardust eyes. It was a terrible shock to learn that you ran off with …
May 16
Blue Line Where are you if not on the Blue Line to Revere Beach. I don’t know what we did before then. Kelly’s is closed. The seagull with the meaty chest just shit on Billie twice. Maybe you’re reading by evening light or matching your bra & panties to the canal houses in Amsterdam. Often …
Apr 03
Black Boots, Sheer Tops There’s this mom at my kid’s school who really looks like she knows her way around a cock. I see her at drop off every morning. She’s a tough cookie, a dream maker. She has her hair and nails done every Friday and knows a thing or two about the heat …
Mar 18
Arabia Felix She cracked, in Natick Eyes like black horses in an oil field It’s 7:15 am And the spring Issue of The Paris Review Is shit He will be the strange Sudden loss that changes everything, The late modernist who Broke her horn And stole her cinnamon As last night’s gin murderously Hits the …
Mar 06
Confessional Poetry More than our floor routine that night at Justine’s apartment, more than eating another lobster from the Boston Seafood Company, more than the sweet good life we could have had stealing paintings from the Louvre, more than the melatonin and the snow like a lake in the sun, more than the sobering clarity …
Feb 25
Infirm Glory Too many things are happening. Plots are resolved in 45 seconds which is how long it took me to come this morning when I jerked off to the Blade Angels. My feed is filled with footage of Adolph Hitler at the 1936 Olympics. I have no solution to the troubles. Besides, it’s Ash …
Jan 30
The Best Bar in Town for William Taylor Jr. It used to be the best bar in town. Strong drinks, cheap, a gentle roughness like a faded tattoo. The pool league met every Thursday and Ponyboy and his crew held the tables dollar on the out. Deb was there for lunch talking the Viking’s ear …
Nov 28
Montpelier Song I used to go to The Black Door every Friday to see Nicole. She was tall and slightly nordic or nordic once removed, a nose like a golden shovel of all the best lines, eyes in a dream state cor cordium, fearful symmetry. One night when the streets were dead and the moon …
Oct 10
Two Mouths The list and the refrain in Limerick, Maine is as good a way as any to begin a poem. Courting difficulty for difficulty’s sake is frowned upon. Oh what a world and you in that rotten dress. It was Bar Harbor, actually where you walked away, giving a list of reasons none which …
