Thursday, June 22, 2017

Two poems for today

I might be able to meet Nikki Giovanni tomorrow. For sure, I'll be in the same room as her when I attend an event in Chicago tomorrow night and so I'm taking this afternoon to read her poetry and revisit some old favorites. Here are two for your brain because I saw you earlier and it seems like you could use some poetry today. Byeeee!


Just a New York Poem

i wanted to take
your hand and run with you
together toward
ourselves down the street to your street
i wanted to laugh aloud
and skip the notes past
the marquee advertising "women 
in love" past the record 
shop with "The Spirit
In The Dark" past the smoke shop
past the park and no
parking today signs
past the people watching me in
my blue velvet and i don't remember
what you wore but only that i didn't want 
anything to be wearing you
i wanted to give 
myself to the cyclone that is
your arms
and let you in the eye of my hurricane and know
the calm before

and some fall evening
after the cocktails
and the very expensive and very bad
steak served with day-old baked potatoes

after the second up of coffee taken
while listening to the rejected 
violin player
maybe some fall evening
when the taxis have passed you by
and that light sort of rain
that occasionally falls 
in new york begins
you'll take a thought 
and laugh aloud
the notes carrying all the way over
to me and we'll run again
together
toward each other
yes?


Choices

if i can't do
what i want to do
then my job is to not
do what i don't want 
to do

it's not the same thing
but it's the best i can
do

if i can't have what i want    then
my job is to want 
what i've got
and be satisfied that at least there
is something more
to want

since i can't go
where i need
to go    then i must    go 
where the signs point
though always understanding
parallel movement
isn't lateral

when i can't express
what i really feel
i practice feeling
what i can express
and none of it is equal
i know
but that's why mankind
alone among the mammals
learns to cry

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