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stuttering napkins (for paul blackburn)
1.
i sit there in mc sorley’s
maybe a table away from you
& the firemen & cops
writing my poems
being “a man” at the ripe old age of late teenager
eating leiderkranz cheese crackers & onions
drinking a mixture of Guinness & light beer
until I am plastered
i was always alone with the sawdust
on my soles & lips
you – i there
through our histories –
our histories coinciding
yet never intertwining
autumn now
your history in the history books
mine
like the soon falling leaves
we drink together
but apart
you survive as i perish
in a fine wind
let’s meet later at Max’s
(the book store not the city)
then later
i’ll play another version of that Rollins tune
you like so much
where was i while i was there in the middle of all this?
where was i?
it’s autumn
early to mid 1960s
as i exit the station
one fallen leaf
brown & brittle
lying on the subway steps –
a bit too early.
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stuttering napkins...Cont
2.
tonight i heard paul blackburn’s voice
his numbers
my numbers after his numbers
without ever knowing his numbers
i’m paler than my brother’s
blue impala
i’ve always felt
perhaps because
i’m not a translator myself
that translation
brings too much ERA
into one’s own poetry
possibly
a located
unrest
licks
BLACK
uneasy
ram-shackled
nuances
bloody
lack luster
average
cumulative
kindness
my brother’s impala was a
convertible.
steve dalachinsky nyc - st marks church – 2016
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"i want to escape..." (Robert Frank Exhibit @ Scalo Gallery)
- for Gregory Corso
good bye
hope
unclear nuclear hope
good bye
volcanoes fish experts
UFO's & foreign lands
good bye elections
& election fraud
good bye fantastic operations & sandwiches 5 cent penny candy motel rooms
with windows
good bye
palm trees daisies & ideas
dark silence music & the past
good bye
ode pretty girls birthdays hrs. minutes months years
calendars good bye seconds
ruins
photographs of ruins
coffee cups
coffee
tea cake
table
spoon
good bye
gesturing space within emptiness emptiness within space
good bye
blooming concrete acanthuspaperchristmas good bye
daddy blitzkrieg truth & dark silent music
shadows
good bye
crowded rolls of film hanging like fly paper in a room occupied only
by your ghost
the image of winter
perched upon the sill of my eye
good bye
you streets that i know of my youth middle age & my demise
good bye
you that i have never known will never know & have forgotten
good bye BELIEF medicines & painful conditions
good bye
weather postcards differences travelling & visitations
good bye
inventions adversaries & inventory
hello to nothing
good bye preparedness distance deception & necessity
small talk big talk people who are gone
good bye to tributes
good bye images bullfights speed blinking images & unbreachable
entanglements good bye vocabularies purple potatoes
& holes
good bye therapy exercise visitors disaster & you
good bye to you to how i look at you
i want to escape have to escape need to escape to escape escape.
© steve dalachinsky
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