October Night of Divas, East Tenth Street, New York City
for Brandon
A night of divas
stretched out
in the dark on
slow sofa fade
look out window
city lights
some fly one
frame to another
dark space square
between what is seen
then seen again
scratching belly, head, think -
Whatever became of Majestic,
his suicidal crocuses?
When did I marry Lonely?
can't recall
but fell kid-hard
backyard empty clothesline
silk slip one pin down
dip shyly in brick shadows
pornographic breezes.
I sing to knees now...
Beyond Manhattan Bridge
sudden heat lightening
a good night with cool rain
old vinyl Nyro**
needle scratches
done with song
poem by Warren Falcon
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