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A Coney Island poem for the 4th of July

A Coney Island poem for the 4th of July

Today is America's day, and what's more American than Coney Island? I have a poem for Coney Island, so, by the transitive property, this poem is also for America. And like America, it perhaps contains some bad words. [ click...  read

Calamity

Last January I staggered and collapsed. I landed flat on my back, snapping my scapula. But I can't be that mad. After all, assonance will happen. ...  read

Saturday morning in Astoria, Queens

Nail salon workers Lined up in a row of five Taking a selfie ...  read

Uh-oh! Oreo!

Oreo packet, rip'd open and crush'd on the subway floor. Tragic. —for the kid in all of us ...  read

Springtime in Manhattan

Tourists in Times Square Blocking the sidewalk to gape At an ambulance ...  read

Taxonomy

Little neighbor girl Waving to a cardinal: "Parrot! Hi, parrot!" ...  read

Grand Motherfucker (an epic sci-fi poem)

This poem debuted live at Tuesday Funk #48 in Chicago on September 4, 2012, the same day it was written. I've submitted it to a few editors since then, but since they (probably sensibly) turned it down, my birthday present...  read

Share the wealth

Homeless man feeding his McDonald's French fries to pigeons. Share the wealth. ...  read

Just resting

Dead squirrel lies prone, Chin resting on its two paws. Looks like it's sleeping. ...  read

4 across

senior citizens holding hands like preschoolers blocking the sidewalk ...  read
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