Bones quake,
transmitting a need to
put forth thoughts,
ideas before sleeping
awakes early
mourning.
“I Was Once”, ©Jeff Glovsky
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Tag Archives: poetry
Nu Year (Poem)
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
Words & Image
by Jeff Glovsky
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
Through, Me!
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A
disgusting filth animal
violates me … My space, my face
as he coughs
into it.
As I walk past, see
him suck his lungs in, throw his
head back, rancidly exhale …
Feel the sick and hear the
wetness gurgle
deep and
through
me.
COVER. YOUR. MOUTH.
a public service announcement
by Jeff Glovsky
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 more Random Poetix
Unwritten
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No Babies …
* * *
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!
* * *
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 …
* * *
Feel free to contribute still …
&
Always be a poet, even in prose.
– Charles Baudelaire
Virginity
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because you never forget your First …
Random Poetix
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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