Trying To Feel Taller
23 01 2018This is the last in a series based on my book Church Street Is Burning. The book is much larger than what appears here. If there is a publisher out there who is interested in publishing it, my ears are always open. And are incredibly large.
Church Street #41
A gentleman put his wife to bed,
turned off the light
and pretended to leave.
Waited.
An hour later he joined her in the darkness
trying to feel taller
and imitating her lover’s voice.
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The Manhatten Project
23 01 2018
THE MANHATTEN PROJECT
god is not dead
he was merely blown up beyond all proportions/made light of
dropped into a glass of water
where he burst into a million tiny bubbles
with the hope
that he would bring fast fast fast pain relief
from historic indigestion
and ise eno esc ape
noe sca pe
nof ork int her oad.
the ad-men sit in a trance at SAM’S
ironing out their problems
business is slow
a spider is spinning his fine web of suicide across their eyes
the janitor is sweeping around their feet
lifting the left leg when necessary
lifting the right leg when necessary
the dust continues to collect
piling up history
he files it away in green plastic bags
that bleed internally
…
god had tired blood
he was the multiple million eyed monster (incl. cable)
with multiple million cataracts
surrounded by crow’s feet
that slipped up on…
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A Crowd Screaming In My Head
23 01 2018TRANCE
the sticking stuff
is bankrupt / the churchs
have been fleec’d / their pockets
turned out / two old men
are drunk in the alley
perhaps
it is eliot and marx weeping / like bulbs
of an hour glass
theresacrowdscreaminginmyheadamob
ofspiesdroolingovermybooks
there is no fusion of elements / we are
not units but systems / our poetry is
like digestion / we are meshed
in the veil of maya / falling through
the eternal yawn / devoured by
time / we seek some break from this lease
in our head
whentheresnothinglefttohopeforitisthenthatwe
willbegintoconsumeourselves
the dead
do not rise / the living
do not age
they are
mollested by terror / we lust for
the golden age , fools’ gold / we whimper like
old dogs for some gesture / we seek applause
on an empty stage
in an empty hall
with empty words
iveacquiredatasteformyselfitbeganwithmy
fingernailsandendedwithmyheart
…………………..
This is the end…
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Bernard Strozzi 1581-1644
23 01 2018
Bernardo Strozzi http://www.tuttartpitturasculturapoesiamusica.com

Bernardo Strozzi http://www.tuttartpitturasculturapoesiamusica.com

Bernardo Strozzi http://www.tuttartpitturasculturapoesiamusica.com

Bernardo Strozzi http://www.tuttartpitturasculturapoesiamusica.com
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somebody here owes me an apology
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