Sunday 3/5/17, some poetry, at PARKSIDE LOUNGE in Manhattan, 4-6pm, & it’s the future. Mad gleam press will be presenting (also may be copies of their latest release Post(mortem) for sale). I will read a few…here:
It’s true,
The existence of moisture
Planted within us
Looks like
Three colors, mixed & painted
Onto a jar
That hum in your head,
Which is as red as that son
Of solomon,
Some bar-back told you about,
Crying for more milk, again, the
Exact repetition of bo biddley’s,
Shaking your palms, on some
Odd street in atlantic city,
Without a dollar in your system,
Whispering to yourself,
Who is god,
Can only exist on loving prayers
-RD
there’s no delusion about flowers / growing through dirt / or any question about how they stand / fragrant and blind, whispering at / tolerated winds / gasping for clarity / on the trackless railroad of time / cut and given / the flowers’ / real truth arrived / after pressed lips in a vase
