Poetry
• Moses - Shanna
Moore
• When I imagine love - Hillary
Kaye
• Bird of Paradise - Marc
Bouron
• it’s too hot to talk -
Paul Tanck
• Venice California is a
city born of a peculiar madness - Stuart Z. Perkoff
Moses
survivor/symbol/salvation
launched
into
History
in a reed basket...
Moishe
Rubino
teacher
of men
Before
Jesus
prophet or
legend
Poetic
lisscence
thru
the centuries
wonder if he knew
merlin/magic
man
His bag of
tricks
God and
his
burning bush..
Exodus of slaves
outta Egypt
Splitting the red
sea....
Did
poets
Write the
bible
With poetic lisscence
passing
down
Fantastic
tales
told thru the
ages
wish hed had a
saxophone
Shaking up
the souls of
man......yeh
–Shanna
Moore
------
When
I imagine love
I see things
not
mirrored
here
something
appears
metal
knives
into
the air
out of
nothing
shimmering and
strong
where love
should
have
stood
and
didn't
– Hillary
Kaye
-------
Bird
of Paradise
Stolen angels swirling
sands
I once held the Bird of
Paradise
In my
hands
Resperation
helplessness
Days of our
lives
Seasons so
passionate
Stolen angels swirling
sands
The Bird of Paradise I once
held
Chose to fly from my
hands
– Marc
Bouron
--------
it’s
too hot to talk
the sky is
blue
the horizon
brown
at 2 o’clock it’s
white.
long cool
women
in brown
bikinis
dash next to
traffic.
the phone is in the
window
95
for a week.
– Paul
Tanck
-------
Venice
California is a city born
of a
peculiar
madness
made
a million from it
dug canals & let in the
sea
gondoliers &
songs
pink stucco
archways
sold land collected rents
built
houses stores flashing diamond
toys
venice at the pacific, american venice,
brite new expensive, clean
grand canal,
windward, westminster, clubhouse, harrison
canal,
carrol
canal
avenues of water
&
summer homes for the
wealthy
one or two weeks for the teachers
& merchants
a long ride on sunday
afternoon for workers
a man’s
vision
looks down now from the post office
w.p.a. mural
beard flanked by oilwells &
ferris wheel
burning eyes on
canals into streets, cars on
them
canals with garbage & slatternly
houses swimming in them
the dirty pink arches
of windward
avenue
chipped
carved
pissed
on
black with vomit &
money
(oilwell
throbbing
in his ear
made a
million
a
vision
a peculiar madness, an american
madness,
a
dream
-
Stuart Z. Perkoff
Posted: Wed - September 1, 2004 at 03:28 PM