new york cliché apple a day doctor away chemo okay whatever say poem a day poem at play fuck yesterday weekend aweigh seaside sashay new jersey bay low holiday roll in the spray funny foray private display oh anyway come then what may one more great lay chemo okay no great dismay while no hooray nothing so fey this then the stay alive today Continue reading this then the day by Larry Jones
That line of Diane Keaton’s, “A handful of poems, is that all, what a life is worth?” Manhattan? Wherefore Kenneth? Wherever Frank, Ashbery Park? Had that indeed been the line, verbatim? Last binding word, worth, my middle name? What to make of her, my own, birth- date, zero one, zero five …? glare of red lights flashing, blare of sirens wailing, a fire engine, then … Continue reading Manhattan, and elsewhere by Larry Jones
I’m a runaway from Commack, Long Island, left home when I’d turned only two and that same spring had a truly torrid fling with a pandemonious she-panther from the surly wrong side of the alley, soon thereafter landing in a trap for vagrant, feral cats, very much like the one I’d recently become. Turns out that at my would-be mother-in-law’s beckoning, I moved in on … Continue reading “from Jubilate Neoleo (Harry, his cat)” by Larry Jones
