Wednesday, December 25, 2019

"...effect"



My 'Hood began as an Orthodox Jewish one.
Southern Blacks began to move in during the 1940's
My Aunt brought a house then my father in the 1950's.
There was some white flight.
However not all or even most. Jews are different this way.

In particular because so many were Holocaust survivors.
This was part of my childhood.


I now live where I began. A circle has closed.

Seeing those green sometimes blue-black numbers.
This on their arms or wrists.
Such was a  common sight in my growing up.

It had an effect.


"~\C/~"

A Christmas Tree in my Hood.
This last year when we had a bit of snow.


"...truce"

"WW1~Christmas Truce"
December 25th 1914


"...point"

I think this was the point.

"Star of Wonder"



I remember.
During one overdose as a lad
 I was awake as my heart stopped.
I was dead, but still aware.

An interesting evening that.
From this I learned that we live as long as we're supposed to.

"...tick tock"



Some are like Gawd, and her family.
They sometimes live outside of time.
Dolls for instance.

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

"Deus amor est"




If the Jesus of history the human person. If he were alive today. If he lived in any of dozens of disputed warring regions on this earth today.  He'd be in an interment camp. ...perhaps soon to be killed.

"...behold"





Luke 2:9-12
And, lo, the Angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
And the Angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

'СВОБОДА ОТ СТРАХА'







"Our Lives"




I'm certain that in other lives I was a warrior. That, and a mother many times. Many lives with great broods of loud wild wonderful children. I think this is my first life in a big city. I have this feeling about wilderness, and sometimes farms. 

My family had a dairy farm down south long ago. If things were just slightly different I'd have been down there running the place with my brother. Though my brother is gone now. So I suppose I'd be about ready to hand it over to either his or my sons. 

We are so many people so many realities so many lives that are faintly remembered...like dreams on waking. We wake, and a whole life is on the tip of our souls,...then gone.


"Forbidden Fruit"




It's the 'little' things in life that make all that other dreary life crap bearable. ...lemme put it another way. It's the little "Cream Filled Fucking Delights!" that make all that other insane noise survivable!

Aw man you have no idea!

I dream of hijacking a "Good Humor" truck at machine-gun point driving the damned thing out to the Rockaway dunes by Jamaica Bay 'n eating the contents all by my engorged lonesome.

I'm fantasizing Pastry Orgies the way I used to dream up Speed, and Cocaine gang-bang Jamborees...hold the Angel Dust.

My hearts desire is not only legal 'n cheap, but is cruelly displayed in every damned shop window in town to taunt me! Why couldn't I be addicted to something easy like Heroin or Faberge Eggs?!

Please just one Cream Puff. 

I won't even eat the whole thing...I'll just.. admire it, pray to it, write sonnets about it.

...com'on dammit have a heart!