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Rhyming Review: •The Gargoyle Hunters•


New York’s mood during metamorphosis
The “now” seems particularly cruel
Thus •The Gargoyle Hunters• will begin us
(This is today’s true literary jewel)

The meditations on what New York means
Complete with adolescent adventures
Of a free-range private school nerdy teen
All of which brought back my teen-aged culture

The relegated and crazy mother:
In an informal commune of borders
& the dashing obsessive father
Scavenging & barking out orders

A family painted on black velvet
Of private middle school dilemmas
Puberty and thievery’s strange couplet
Trapping our young Griffin in its clutches

Seeking approval & confederates
A scandalous collaboration’s made
Of two romantic thieving delegates
Who predate architecture’s colonnade

The father’s long term goal, disrupt the son’s
Immature middle school romances though
(But they do infect all the grown up ones)
It turns out we become the man we know

Iconoclastic rev’rence for icons
Is their spiral staircase of DNA
Though their collections give New York lesions
Their compulsions they cannot deny
Personalities’ personal suburbs
Those individuals on the outskirts
Of the mover’s & the shaker’s worlds
Are unfortunately too often hurt

The workers became shock troop of dreams
Marching right across convention’s front lines
To achieve the goals that the dreamer schemes
Little men enabling grand designs

In the end the dream is the loyalty
An all encompassing fidelity
That will become middle-aged pleasantries
Wrapped in older people’s sweet vagaries

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Old Photos Sonnet



Old photos are fountains of youth

Capturing happy memories 

Keeping our histories as truth

The past is kept: caged canaries

Fading images we look at

Strongly remind us of those times

When we made choices: no regrets!

(Decision-less times are “life-prime”)

Awkward pose & outdated clothes

(Compensated for with smooth skin)

Emphasize happiness youth knows

(That search for original sins)

Treasure all those old photographs

They can keep you laughing youth’s laughs

Exotic Queens



Working class Queens is as exotic

As Tibet, Samarkand or Guyana

But to see it’s a trip quixotic

You leave New York for this nirvana

New York fled Manhattan years ago

The place anyone could live is gone

To the outer boroughs we did flow

From the wave of wealth we fled anon

While Brooklyn has the wealthy virus

Queens remains open territory

Un conquered by 1%’s Cyrus

All nations are in inventory

Most of Queens remains ungentrified

Because here neighborhoods never died

Dear Manhattan



Your convenience comes from Queens

From the humble neighborhoods

Where workers know what life means

Remember this, if you would

Out of modest houses trudge

Men and women who do things

Some think this work a mere drudge

To us this whole life just sings

Unremarkable borough

Where people just go to live

Find thrills? You must be thorough

More than a shit you must give!

We rob you of exper’ence

By bringing your convenience

Park Bench Philosopher

Park Bench Philosopher 

Park bench philosopher/
Discoursing on life’s meaning/

His certainty binds him/
To the bench he sits on/

Long ago he chose “to know”/
Everything his own way/

Evicting human doubt/
Bound him to that park bench/

Curiosity’s doubt/
Would have long-ago freed him/

Instead (to impress some girl?)/
He chose “omnipotence”/

He sounds like a professor/
To those who will listen/

Those who know, however/
See a bug trapped in amber/

The sap is his creation/
Sticky discourse of self/

Importance eludes him/
In his fabrication/

From within sticky lies/
He builds isolation/

A fortress as concrete/
As the prison’s he describes/

As his butch bona-fides/
Riker’s Island Vacation/

Though he’s never traveled/
Far from the green park bench/

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