I called my grandma… by Zeke Greenwald

I called my grandma on the phone To ask about the news: Her neighborhood was down the lives Of some a dozen Jews. There’s a funeral today, and then Another one tomorrow; On Thursday they’ll still inter The victims of the sorrow. On Friday, Grandma goes once more To a funeral, Back in the day Shirley was Her neighbor after all. “Friday is really kind … Continue reading I called my grandma… by Zeke Greenwald

A Sense of Justice by Zeke Greenwald

A sense comes over me of what justice is, and it’s a kiss with two mismatched wetnesses; it’s a sympathy of two shards of vase by faulty glue to keep the tears contained. And though the mouth’s sloppy water might escape because the lip size difference is great we have stopped talking with a sign of pity: pity which makes justice in the living. Continue reading A Sense of Justice by Zeke Greenwald

Senator by Zeke Greenwald

I walk to bathroom like to Roman senate: shoulder-hung bath-towel toga-pendent. However bearded myself I suppose unlike Greek philosophers I bathe alone. And like whenever drip by drip a cold the hived compartment of your lungs controls with a concrete and swimmy occupation, and their walls have ruin in vibration, cough; and cough wrenches up the stony-melt and the rocks scratch up their conveyor belt; … Continue reading Senator by Zeke Greenwald

Curious about a friend by Zeke Greenwald

Award knowledge to me: I’m curious! Show! It strips you no-how for me seeing. Or if it did, was not woman the first to give up for genius her well-being? No sight could raze a towered nipple, nor bruise. I’m just keen-curious to see you nude. But in sight’s engraving what’s depicted there are whips that make scars’ puffy stain. By light-scratchings I’ll be self-afflicted … Continue reading Curious about a friend by Zeke Greenwald