Hackensack

Giant Farmers Market, Hackensack, NJ, Large indoor farmers market. You can buy anything from fruits and vegetables to fresh cut meats and seafood. Come early to avoid the crowds.
Farmers Market, 2019

After Ron Padgett’s Amsterdam

The sky has been paved over
by no boats in the Hackensack.
In the gutters of River Road
watery asphalt crumbles
because it is New Jersey and
very unwell. Even the street
light thinks filth, with
the sadness of her body
her electric mind every minute
and Ken Zisa inside
the house watching his Yankees
inning after inning. Outside
the window, a man says something
and a girl laughs, “No, Milagros,
eso no es un gusano real.”
Everything fizzles.

The Cardinals

Wikipedia Poem, No. 619

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      cedar's severe angels   
sing         out           boxy little songs 
sing a jumpsuited repair    man services holy
           angles sing holy logic       proofs with pencils     
rule         a jumpsuited repair man servicing boxy proofs 
with pencils neg       a jumpsuited      repair       man 
services a       jumpsuited repair         man 
servicing holy angles    sing      holy angles    sing 
a jumpsuited        repair          man servicing holy angles 
sing holy angles       sing out boxy little songs 
sing out boxy   little songs sing       a   jumpsuited   repair   man 
services holy angles             sing holy angels sing a       
jumpsuited repair      song servicing holy    angles   sing               
a jumpsuited repair         man servicing holy angles         sing     
holy angles       sing holy angels sing        boxy       little songs           
sing         a jumpsuited repair    man      servicing    
a jumpsuited repair man servicing boxy little songs   sing        logic       
proofs with pencils rule a jumpsuited repair man servicing boxy proofs 
with pencils ruling holy angles     sing straight
           holy angels sing holy           sing               
a jumpsuited      repair         man servicing our    boxy little songs       
sing    holy angles sing logic proofs    
   pencils rulers holy angles      each singing a jumpsuit 
repair man servicing a jumpsuited angle 
sing a jumpsuited little song       sing holy angles       
sing out fanatic proofs     with      pencils ruling holy angles       
a       cardinal   perched high in the        cedar's severe angles     
sing out boxy little    sing songs         a jumpsuited repair         
man services holy       angles sing holy angels           sing      
out boxy proofs      with pencil proof           rule holy angles

A Passing Storm

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“A Passing Storm”, Frederic Edwin Church, 1849

 

There was a woman
Thirty feet ahead
Sandals and rainbow

Knee socks dreadlocks
Tied into a loose
Ponytail tank top

The grave color
Of a passing storm
There was a woman

Phil & Chuck [draft]

close

One truth
	hands 
	black & dark
and inkly  severed from—
and tiny squares of arithmetic
	density perhaps

…

His hunch—perspective—proves
	something some scream
	or prowl with semi-automatic
plutonium a standard-issue chokehold 
six shots  four through the arm two in the head
	too many  too loud

…

Say it, man!
	Art can save you— 
	tinted pulp in thirty shades
from black to white  no whole  Without which
on a dirty sliding dolly beside Pepsi and a 20-inch no-name fan
	pointed some other way

…

Beside Him: One man smiles
	at the camera full of ham clueless; another 
	diabolically on haunches 
grounds himself and drinks up
Phil
	& Chuck.