Linda Lerner

WHEN AN EDITOR PRAISING MY POEMS ASKS
BUT WHY & DO YOU HAVE ANY THAT ARE MORE


what can I tell her
this is New York not Oregon
my metro card only takes me
so far most of it underground:
Brooklyn Manhattan Bronx/
thru conductor's
announcements of police action
meeting people so programmed
they don't even know
kids warring up for the day
pushing: death god music
off track rhythms
my poems pick up &
grabbed an editor out west
if only i'd discard
the bummed out...dead lives...
the desolation
couldn't see the rhythm
is the sound of the image &
can't be separated
as i from this city...
underground
where i choose to live
my poems are born
& real is a pain
in the butt nagging me
for spare anything my
space...REAL
underground because
sometimes a guy pulls out
a horn & blows
on a street in blazing sun
he's underground blowing
& it's that sunflower
Ginsberg saw by some dirty railroad tracks
full of a city's industrial grime
golden inside
unmistakable/
sunflower
 

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