Tuesday, June 24, 2025
TKW Discography Anthology
Monday, June 23, 2025
The Start of My Thirties
1.
Sunday, June 22, 2025
Acknowledgement
Friday, June 20, 2025
One New Memory
were hidden inside
pocket size computers
and memories
became notifications
delivered into the
lining of my pants,
moments of my past
appeared randomly
like a leaf blown in
from a tree I could
never quite determine,
on a breeze I never
saw coming.
I was slapped in my face
only once. My father’s
hand had an electric
message for my
left cheek that
told me in no
uncertain terms that
My mouth was not
as smart as I thought
I was.
I marched this stinging
feedback upstairs and
my mirror held onto
the moment for as
long as I wanted this
one new memory
to stare back me,
a burning angry flame
only I should be able to
extinguish or reignite.
Wednesday, June 18, 2025
Math Happens
once one was me
and one was you.
Math happens.
N R
unbaked cake and a
cheap plastic doll,
[1999]
Poem Back
"All the mirrors in the world don't help me, not am I moved?"
N.J. Transit
1.
tiny frozen atoms,
dots of light
confetti colored;
a floor to make an impressionist smile.
Animals
our cars are practically touching.
Engines running, they are
animals, pausing
having caught a scent.
Madame X
I
lacquered in lavender
and crowned by the moon.
I know where YOU are,
but whatever became of
your lovely dress?
Poem (For Ted Berrigan)
It is 9:39 pm and three minutes
after the last time
I looked at the clock on the VCR.
I memorize minutes.
The eight Path takes between Hoboken and the Prince St. station.
The twenty it takes me to walk a comfortable mile.
The single tic it takes for my eyes to spill
my saddest memories.
The six it took me to write this all down
and call it a poem to you.
[2002]
(There is a solution)
a serious change is needed.
You need a new you.
One we can both live with
Monday, May 26, 2025
Steel Perch
I
a m
sur roun ded .
Con crete
c ur t ain s
stif fly
con ceal
____ what _____________ could______________have __________ been.
A bird with no cage.
Blobulating
Thursday, May 22, 2025
Luciferin
Sunday, March 30, 2025
BIGGER BLACKER DEATH
THE BURNING AMERICAN
AND RATTLE THE
BECAME PERMANENT.
March
indiscriminately sprinkle
green
Matisse millions
of unblended strokes
unstruck matches
stiffly wait
This Poem Is
Friday, February 28, 2025
For Lira
hello birdie.
Sunday, February 23, 2025
On Notice
Monday, February 17, 2025
Lost in Layers
Sunday, February 2, 2025
Popular Standard
PRESCRIPTIONS
CANDY
CIGARS ICE
time
NEWS PAPERS CREAM
MAGAZINES
Two bobbed socks
ga-Zeldas lean
While rising hemlines
Play pleated peekaboo
With freckled knees.
Infinite adolescence.
Possibility isn’t about a
Tomorrow. It's about the
perfect rag curl and reminding
the camera that “I’ll never smile
Again” is L more than NCHE
just a popular
stand- ard.
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Sunday, January 26, 2025
Pillowing (after)
Brush away
C lo u ds
clinging to
eyelashes that hover
morning mist-like to a
sleeping valley yet
to be touched
by day.
A jumbled geography,
only you know
which is empyreal sky
and which is
a sturdy line of shore.
I want to bury my
wandering fingers
in cool soft dunes.
I anxiously await
sunrise to work its
wondrous
warm ing.
A Controlled Burning (before)
Surrender to ascending
silver skin begging
for a treasure seeking
mouth to murmur
from an open
chest
Choose me! Choose Me!
A glistening linear pair,
we are the dawn.
In corpus linguistics.
A heaving collocation
of successful communication,
we are permanently
fixed.
Ahoy! Incandescent
pulsing electricity
heats in
a chorus of screaming
ON.
Fire swept.
We work to
extinguish the woe
of the world and smolder
in paradise knowing
You chose me! You Chose Me!
Thursday, January 23, 2025
Ever Becoming
Purgatory: A Sears Parking Lot in Florida as a Children's Slumber Party Rages at Home
I went on one of his famously long walks.
For Peter
I dedicated a song before hundreds because the show must go on.
For Christopher
I read about Zen and Motorcycles but found neither God or speed.
For dad
I sobbed in rush hour traffic because my car was a womb in which I was trapped.
So mom where will it be?
You know I hate surprises.
See title for the answer.