Archived Poems

having been born in italy you would think i’d always be italian   racial profiling would be finding polish people at the pierogi shop what language are you speaking not everybody could be born in brooklyn remember yesterday like it was yesterday and unfortunately you are no longer here for me to see having been…

thanks for this moment as leaf’s fall cover the ground with centuries of imagination and nothing

if christopher columbus had an apple he could gps america and do some research on indigenous tribes

a meal served in a bowl a pig in a trough becomes so special later as the sun sets and the wood goes on the fire

as time goes by do you dream of boats and people smiling

there will be days filled with wonder why the fuck would i ever want to do that

riding a bike thru harlem stopped to sit on a bench the bus is empty manhattan who would have thought riding a bike witnessing the failure of success you are what you see stage set the end is over there playing horse shoes

she played a wife on tv and even in a few movies at home it was different no script no happy husband better you know

what is wrong with us quite a bit it appears

universally offensive death in a capsule how did you get to be so insensitive practice