Tagged: bushwick

the point of art is

the point of art is
to start a conversation –
deep in bushwick, one

messenger to another
messenger, years in between
.
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the dry cleaners on

the dry cleaners on
the corner of montrose and
bushwick is long gone,

a bodega moves in, across
from and next to still others
.
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friday morning, tagged

friday morning, tagged
underneath
the fire
escape –
dirty underwear
the musical

a six-piece brass
band skimming
chords across metal
lids as they make
their getaway
.
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20090330

what a strange fugue
resting
on the corner of scholes
and bushwick – one ghetto
ice cream truck chime
melting
into another
.
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glenn reads the notes to me
outloud, of course,
knowing that i have no ear
for brahms
otherwise
.
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20080302

we suck romance out of
a bottle like it is the best soda pop
ever and only sold chilled
from a faceless man
with a dull metallic
cart and a sign that shouts
here today, gone tomorrow.

half a dozen empty bottles
later, we toss them into a Hefty
bag, place them out on the curb
and hide behind closed
curtains, waiting to see who
would come to recycle them
.
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out in the more industrial parts
of bushwick, just when you think
no one is watching, someone can
creak half a wall of window open
from up in his concrete
loft and hit you with a balloon
filled with hot
racial molecules
not even remotely resembling
the elements in your hair
but then again
it is always easier
to label a person
when there is a safe stretch of
blindness in between
.
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