Free Write week 7

contraction on the O'Hare Poem

taking out the other subject I deal with one perspective
trying to be line ending guy.

Looking for my Bird Dog.

Brown clouds jump the city

and winter leaves the mourning.

Ice rested forever, where white

covers blood shot windows.

Rutgers stops my silent drums.

I ride down the Ansonia laundry

shoot. A lark in the cage

hears ghosts from the bath house.

I grab some half-daisies

from the Korean grocer

with his isles of Alpo,

Cat lady smiles her meow.

Bubble wrap snaps on pavement.

Near the subway, smells

of wet brownstone are mixed

with my bamboo stick.

I open it for a dry walk.

Floating under the bamboo stick,

I am hunting for brighter days.

I enter the corner of Straw/

berry fields. It hides the Met.

I will leave cloisters, stranded

hipsters, hustlers and ball

players for another day.

No strawberries but a patch

of weeds,and incense on spayed

plastic flowers perfumes the smoked

memorial. I hear a car horn,

or music, or barking.

It is hard to tell. Bark

covered in gum mutes the sound.

In golden fields the Frisbees

are grounded. I flock

to find one behind bones.

the sunlamp turns and my synthetic

slide closes to reveal men

in gloves moving a mulberry bush.

Willie plays guitar in the blue grass,

while I uncover broken lids and collars

to find a laminated card for St. Bernardo's

A cup of hot caramel,

and back to studio B.

my hands are dirty,

as plastic lies down

everywhere. I am still

looking for home.

This song lyric is something I wrote with my 17 year old nephew. All the words in the lyrics belong to him, with the exception of a the triggering subject I gave him" Brain Tumor. Forgive the bad taste but he is in high school and likes his material dark.



Please Chaste, I only ran away
fear me, another place and time

Please Chaste, I only ran away
from you, my madness, stumbles time

Brain tumor-she's inside me like a
Brain tumor-she's inside me like a
brain tumor- she went through me and I'm gone

Fear a man, who's only woman shed him.
stare on, at men who pound the keys,

Fear a man, who lost the cities worries
Fear a man, who could not find his keys

Brain tumor-she's inside me like a,
Brain tumor-she's inside me like a,
Brain tumor- she went through me and I'm gone

and I'm gone, and I'm gone, and I'm gone, and I'm strong.