by Jeff Glovsky, Poetry, Writing

Hear Me (Fall)

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In the Midtown bar, the blonde ignores surroundings, blithely chatting on a cellphone, like she’s home alone, or might as well be.

Unlike she, I’ve got no one to talk to.  Sitting with the gloaming outside, loud annoying noise within.  My head, the music bleeding, pounds right through me, thoughts (not there) receding…

Empty.  I look up, and down.  The room spins.

No one hears me fall.


by Jeff Glovsky

 

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by Jeff Glovsky, Poetry, Writing

Long, Forgetting

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I walk with a bittersweet taste
down these streets, too aware
now I’ll never be home again

Can you hear me?

Furious ghost of my youth!
Angry spirit assails me,
screaming in torment!

Through agonizing streets,
down years, I’ve tasted love
and toppled fears, yet lost you
… things I held most dear

Oh, hear you!

Hear me screaming…

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Unwritten

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No Babies

Jeff Glovsky / Photo of Jglo

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I’ll start it!  I’ll start the dance!

Fish twist and wish

to be connected.  Primal

tappings into something longing

as the two of us.

Sustained piss shiver, poison throat,

and need.  Quake, flop

and sway a little…Heed the drum

and feed the Hunger flaming

up your Soul …

Conga
by Jeff Glovsky

 

I threw a Poem

and no one came …

 

At the beginning of January,  I posted a few unfinished Random Poetix, and invited participation in adding a line or two.  Though a few of you “liked” this, I only heard silence … There was not one WordSpeak-ing …

So I’ve added my own lines … I play with myself!

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doodle, doodle #1)

certitudes, loud ‘certainties’,

across love covered, self-righteous

breakfast tables

you and I fornever

always


#2)

I’ve woke up broke

before

but not broken

beneath

broken promises,

furious eyes


#3)

In the slice knife that is

A.M., I cut through

to get my things done

Cross Raspail, boulevard Leclerc

I fax a note to dear old Dad …

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Feel free to contribute still …

&

Always be a poet, even in prose.

– Charles Baudelaire

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Virginity

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because you never forget your First

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Anger

Subway’s down there
Hear it comin’
Just been mugged
Suspect runnin’

Don’t know why
I was beat up
Kicked my cane
Stole my cup

Got no money now
Can’t buy booze
Got no future
Got no shoes

Make me want
to kill somebody
Mold they bones
like Silly Puddy

If I’m caught
I might confess
Go to jail
Kill da rest

(1987)

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Quick Ones (While She’s Away)

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doodles and sketches

In the least green, meanest

streets of the city, trees

preen, praying for

respiration


I remember the hugs I

used to give her;

remember

the love

we would shudder and

be in


Still feel

the warmth of

her body and sighs;

still drown, when

I tap my mind’s eye, in

her eyes


Together is how I still wish

to remain

with, inside, her.

Outside

is unbearable

pain.

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Doodlin’ the New Year

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This Happy Nu Year

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I’ll start it!  I’ll start the dance!

… then you come in with a line or two and we keep it going:  I’ll choose three (3) lines from your submissions to my three (3) poetry doodles below, in January.

At the end of January, I’ll post the nine (9) lines that I select … your best lines, which best seem to flow and complement each set of my words, my lines, below … and then you can vote to help us build …

(y)our new poems.

Alles klar?  Alles gute!

doodle, doodle #1)

certitudes, loud ‘certainties’,

across love covered, self-righteous

breakfast tables

what’s the next line, Jaspar?


#2)

I’ve woke up broke

before

but not broken

… Yo!  help me out, yo


#3)

In the slice knife that is

A.M., I cut through

to get my things done

Where am I?  Anyway?

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Send me your orphans — your left lines and Good Ones — or new lines and images you conjure, to complement my three (3) poetical doodlings, above …

&

Always be a poet, even in prose.

– Charles Baudelaire


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