Ya know what? The hill wasn't too bad.
The caw caw crows were out and about. They hang in small groups, just like us.
Garbage awaits pick up around 7 am.
Sad to say I threw out loads of old Compass mags.
Perhaps when they make park benches out of them you will see us peeking out.
Last night I drug myself out of bed where I was reading GOLDA to find out do I have Hizzoner's Eyeglasses and sure enough, here tis.
HIZZONER'S GLASSES
on the yahrzeit of my father's death
it wouldn't be fair to call you vain
you wore your hair short
so women would not think
of running their fingers through it
but did anyway
a master of disguise
you never showed your
freckled arms
beneath your proud uniform
of suit and tie of the day
o refugee from
a barefoot childhood of
torn pants and never
a bicycle of your own
nor did you think to
remove your eyeglasses
to show your keen eyes -
how they swept across a room
unbeheld
gleaning grains of knowledge
free to the daring observer
eyeglasses
at rest on ears like
succulent apricots
not like now
when they are no longer seen
nor used as cushions as
they were back then
to rest those very same
eyeglasses I hold now
in my hand
who deemed it thus
that eyeglasses
desk chairs with arms
Country Squire station wagons
and Schaeffer fountain pens with
refillable ink bladders
are all that's left
after the man is gone?
...
Here cometh that woman walkin along Cowbell with her two enormous furry dogs.
Shall we give them names.
Hello Shari, good seeing you and - hey let's honor the Jews - Moisha and Sasha.
POEM FOR GARBAGE DAY
All things are either created or destroyed
and then they are made into something anew
when you look to the heavens
beyond what we thought were the most recent galaxies
but discovered more and more and more and more and more
Give a shout of surrender and confess
We don't know nuffin, we don't know nuffin,
goddammit!!!!
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