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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

My World from Brooklyn Bridge Park


"Cities are like beautiful women...


They are all the same...



Certain to break your heart..."




Sunday, August 25, 2013

The Sidewalks of New York

EAST SIDE


WEST SIDE



ALL AROUND THE TOWN



TOTS SING RING AROUND ROSIE, LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN



BOYS AND GIRLS TOGETHER, ME AND MAMIE O'ROURKE



TRIPPED THE LIGHT FANTASTIC


ON THE SIDEWALKS OF NEW YORK...


Monday, August 5, 2013

Lonely Lady of the Harbor





Alone and solitary
even as massed multitudes
clamor about your stone base

Wild and serene
as the wind ever
stroking that noble face

For which unrequited Love
do you perpetually
hold your torch aloft at night

Or is it for them all
All those tyrants of the heart
spurning your sweet brilliant light?





Sunday, August 4, 2013

Post Card From The Bed




I want to sleep late
with you
Tomorrow

And I wouldn't
mind
If it rained

So we could spend
the day
Together

And forget
about
The pain




Saturday, August 3, 2013

Surround and Drown


35 Years ago this week the FDNY suffered a great loss and learned a hard lesson in fire fighting tactics when it comes to truss construction. As part of a group the FDNY calls to determine the structural stability of buildings after the damage is done, I see first hand the horrific and extreme conditions fire fighters face each time they get a call. There is poetry in their coordinated efforts. Their team work and unity of purpose is awe inspiring to behold. Preserve life, stay unharmed,fight the good fight, fear nothing. God bless and protect those who rush in.

Friday, August 2, 2013

Song of the Rolling Earth




"Human bodies are words," Whitman says. "Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame."

I am tired today. I should not complain. Tired is good. Did a good nights work, and now my thoughts are scattered, my attention demanded by a cat calling to be smothered with affection.

"...words are in the ground and sea, they are in the air, they are in you."

I am the word in the river, the word in the sky's high horizon serrated by tall buildings. I look across Whitman's Brooklyn Ferry Crossing this 21st Century day and find the bodies in his words, the words in his bodies. The Lust in his bodies without shame or need of shame, but gloriously, deliriously happy to be alive. The word in the pleasure craft and the commercial craft gliding through perpetual time. Defining moments, and words, and me.