Posts Tagged ‘riff’

authenticity just screwed ya: underground reality

18 Jan



riff 11

when they say the bronx is burning
they’re talking about the yankees
but the bronx is always burning
and sometimes a baby dies
sometimes a secret becomes further hidden
he liked fiddling with the knobs
she was tired she was sleeping
into the cold night
a dozen    

The Pressure of Patience (Part II)

16 May



riff 04

standing by the tree
he said,
this is the only thing here
that has any roots,
then he left the hideout
he had a movie to catch
at the biograph
manhattan melodrama with a moll
notoriety, blood, a cheap orange dress
could be worse, he thought
at least one time
i walked out of jail with a wooden gun

Jack Tsoy Tumult

Morose Pontifications and Other Poetic Ramblings

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