by Jeff Glovsky, Photography, Poetry, Writing

Nu Year (Poem)

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Let’s just see if I can dream, spontaneous, asleep
while seeming fattish, gaining weight while planning
exodus from messes left another day and time
when I was crazy, youngish, blind and stupid

Just like Mommy said I might be

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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


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…

by Jeff Glovsky
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by Jeff Glovsky, Poetry, Works in Progress, Writing


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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 …

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



I’ve woke up broke


but not broken


broken promises,

furious eyes


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

by Jeff Glovsky, Poetry, Writing


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because you never forget your First

Random Poetix

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


by Jeff Glovsky

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(Unfinished) Business, by Jeff Glovsky, Poetry, Works in Progress

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


I remember the hugs I

used to give her;


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.


is unbearable


more Random Poetix in the Members Lounge;
and other unfinished business

by Jeff Glovsky