Best Astor Poems

(A hullabaloo in hotel Astor)


                          My wife was flat-chested I named her Monotony 
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In my head, I’m in the library, at
a podium, before a microphone, looking
out into the faces of a yearning sea
of people, knowing they expect 
a little kindness but mostly, a lot of
answers from me.  Beyond them,
on the far wall, there are words carved
in the...

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Winter on Astor Street
 
                  The Gold Coast, Chicago
 
Beneath the canopy,
a doorman holds
a cast-iron door that lets
 
an ancient duchess issue.
Swathed in a silver gown
she tugs her...

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(A lone voice whispers by candlelight)

In a dark dream, 
Every night

In The Great In-Between, 
Whenever I dream
It's always the same

I hear you scream

"I'm here"
In your soft pulsating voice

Just hidden unseen
Not wanting to be seen

Then right out of the darkness and void

Above that darkness's noise emanating...

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