Proofs of Purchase

The following thoughts have filtered from a mind that has been oversaturated with images, screams, romance, text, and sounds since The Carter Administration. If you are not satisfied, then I recommend a double chocolate brownie from Starbucks with a tall bold of the day.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Scrooge McDuck Hits Century 21

Analyze this statistic
Crossing the section
Time after time in a series
True world policy
Under my thumb
Like a testify from Team Goldman
Rolling like a stone
A fictional set of earnings
Unretained by capital markets
Unable to spend them with the speed of sound
But the science of light
That heat turned real
A page turned to blue
Blue haired politicians talked real
The Wall Street Journal printed extra
Not ordinary

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

A Nickel For Your Dime

One exam is done
My favorite teams lost today
Thirst is so crazy

Sunday, April 25, 2010

New and Old Amsterdam

Below the George Washington Bridge
Beneath the crisp blue place mat of sky
Bodegas weather the snow, rain, and sleet
Passing out hams with cheese
Sneaking loose cigarettes into worn hands
Neighborhood bars shake to merengue
Tube tops and ankle bracelets stretched to there
Hair and nail repair
Always included
To grab street polyester and synthetics
The part of mango
That stirs the strawberry
For the cup dost drinketh
Thoust green leaves burneth
The corners of 157 to 197

Creme of the Cream

Someday, somehow
Cheeks strong with bright sun beams
Fat Jacarandas
Someday, somehow
This book will be an old dream
Bright Ipad canvas
Someday, somehow
My fingers dance in a V
Full of sound and fury
Someday, somehow
You'll whisper something to me
Some suspect suspense
Someday, somehow
With the Maserati
Dank Endless Badlands
These days are spry

The Aegean Sea of Red

I could say that I'm surprised
France and Germany said no way
Then after further review, the words did not stand
Analysts battle the band
Mine, they do not
Neither do the politics of slave economy
Tinged with Greek physiology
The IMF, hmph, no accountability
They do not relieve the world burdens
From second to third base
Sliding in with chemical stimulations
Dusting villages built tough like Ford
Lowering expectations of lives taught minimally
Writing new tales of Greek mythology
Grand bailout, minor disaster
So they say
Then lay on their beaches, sucking olives
Tickling goddesses
Oiled with decadence and salt
An illusion of lore and lust
Sung by the Sea of Crete

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Dear Dorothy

I had never met you
Therefore, I haven't seen you
But we got acquainted
Through folk tales
Told in class
In February
Of your wisdom
Of your courage
On the roads
Tobacco and Day
Sweeping Main Street
Annoying Wall Street
Percolating blues joints
Spilled on 125th Street
You bit your thumb at Barnard
Who gave you the finger first
NYU called next with dots and loops
Rich like your service to
The people and lovers
They didn't want to pump the cause
They didn't need to fight the laws
Big statements
Sans a gun
Silent praise
Holy night
All is calm
You lived life

Saturday, April 17, 2010

My Own Military

I learned how to be a distinguished
Academic and gentleman
You taught me to remain calm like The Roots
You gave me dreams of globetrotting
Papers to read
Test tubes to mix
Ions to merge
At times, you would lose the calm
Collect the rage
Leaving us with a divorce bill
It's been paid off now

I trimmed the shrubs and handled the dirty work
Seen and unacknowledged
For you, it was tough but heartfelt
Hard work was a lifetime credit for pride
You wait to reclaim the marriage card
But it has expired
No extension available

I learned how to stop worrying
and love playing the beautiful game
In the backyard, on the astroturf
Through the rain
Cutting Hoosier prairies
Now you laugh at my romances
I smile that your battle with the Millers
Light and Regular, are over

You were the stealthiest
At times borrowing, begging, and stealing
But when least expected
You arrived, standing
We have not spoken in a while
Since you borrow, beg, and steal
But time seals a crevice

You let us pray
Five times for five eternities
You de go walka na 'treet
You ask for my queen
I say, one day, you go meet 'am

I remember you visiting
The Jersey Windsor
With bags of candy
Kinetic, dogmatic, elliptic
It's you that I mimic

Things happened
Our treasury notes sunk to zero
Another DC agent
Whose late growth bled late efficiency
A boom in courage
Busted the elephant
Ballooning the room
Summer ice cream memories
Columbia Road tag runs back and forth

We played sports
We would wrestle
You always hung out in your room
Or in the side den
Weird but folksy
Like a Land's End sweater
Pure with conviction
A loyal dude, you are

You would always test me
Really thinking that you could win
I'd get a busted lip
You would cry a busted yowl
Our broken nucleus broke your spirit
Which you don't care to admit
Using dirty wit as humor and pain
You broke academic tradition
For endless fraternal exhibition
All things end though
I can't wait for your new beginning

My own military

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Luck Be A Dream Tonight

Sleep comes to everyone
Wipes the tears
Clean, no streaks
Sleep comes to everyone
Held by left arms
Faint neck breaths
Sleep comes to everyone
One sheep, two
One dime, four
Sleep comes to everyone
Newborns calm
Sales reps panic
Sleep comes to everyone
Lakes of Maine
Fields of Kansas
Sleep comes to everyone
Swallowed Pinot
Sleep comes to everyone
No loud salsa
No gun pistols
Sleep comes to everyone
Andes cliffs
Wood Dutch clogs
Sleep comes to everyone
Shadows you
See when there
Sleep comes to everyone
One half eyelid
Twice the loss

Monday, April 12, 2010

Beacon Theatre

Broadway glows
Marquee heat
The West Side
Smells like this
A cupcake
Some comte
H & H
Linen sheets
Old Talbots
Worn Filene's
The Greengrass
Of Barney
Down by there
Strollers dodge
Hudson gales
Fresh dog shit
In a dish
Fluffy knish
In the can
Trash, it is
Treasured, it's not
Hay Fever
Swarms the eyes
Slows the nose
Not the nails
Of my hand
Of my mind

Sunday, April 4, 2010

I'm Back

Catch me if you can
Catch me if you can
You tried once with nails
Curses again
I rose up alone
I rose up alone
Your stained capital
Ha, whatever
Dead sea vandals
We forever eat grapes of euphoria

Friday, April 2, 2010


A man taken to Pilate
Accused of blasphemy
Envied by Jewish priests
Flaunted by elders
Verbal crucifiction
Physical scourge