Angst Urban Poems

LONELINESS

FOR THE LONE ONE ON THE EDGE OF THE CLIFF
WINDS HUSTLES TO GET HIS DIVIDING ATTENTION
DELVING ON HIS DEEPER MEMORIES

REMEMBERING HER ON THE COLD HARSH...

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in hills where buffaloes roam

i brew coffee in my home

excess grounds water cold

bitter stale much too bold

grateful when my wife gets home.
...

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Earwigs from the radio chew past wax to my brain.
Shush shush shush of wipers, 
the pasty wheeze of wet cold road cannot distract. 
So, my...

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Winter Coolers

The air of Delhi,
Giving the pure air bely,
One-time visit to our Suraj valley,
Where even stone mosses give pure air.
Where the discussion on the Chinaberry,
Giving...

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"...I don't know its name"

BUT! 

Someone once said we were slaves to Fashion   
I think they are right we feel sad depressed happy...

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Hay now, now sing this corrosion
Of winter wastes and Red stars white nights

And waring tribes a bully on the block 
To kick you when your...

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In a dark lens, light reflects… 
   Fast... Glowing!
     In the glass, it shows, darkly our world 
 ...

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I'm here surrounded
for what should be normal
the cup of aromatic coffee
the old comfortable chair
a notebook tired of writing
a fruit bowl full of delights
and a ceramic...

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…on an Amtrak train.  
Business-class from DC to Trenton. 
It's the work rush.

There is a white man.  
Dark eyes. 
Gray temples…
Southern.  

Loud....

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See the girls on the corner 
In tight tanks 
And micro minis
Popping gum
Locking eyes 
Driving boys wild
See the sunlight 
Outline their curls in gold
Memories of...

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The book says, people have no face and we have no eyes.
Yet we are expected to drive through.
Irony at its best.
The enemy at our gates,...

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I sidle a hand through the ink-bleeding screen,
My automaton heart now a fistful of glee.
For a flickering vigil in Purity's name,
Lie comatose dour mockery of...

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we settle into our lonely together
dozens of adrift souls
drifting through the city on half-worn brake pads
ears turned away 
from keening car neighbors

they catterwaul louder 
than...

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Daily rushing

Anger on freeways

How can we slow this down?...

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On the Verge 

Every hand is pocket bound,
eyes lifted from the TV’s hallowed glow.
Breath is released in a low sigh; 
worming, squirming, squat.

Thrust out of...

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