Alarm Clock and Brooklyn

Alarm Clock

Let us begin,
realization of revelations,
static, stoic, and impatient,
Understand the individuals
perception is just that,
shade and tone,
the bleak machine rattle of progress,
unfolding perilously,
disguised by loquacious euphemisms.
Surely heaven must cry ink tears &
write in blotches to be discovered by
the patient,
surely this incessant buzz will be
the source of awakening,
like an alarm clock for us all.

Brooklyn

With ageless eyes,
& long beard sweating proverbial
flat top wailing!
W/ no mind in the Bowery,
egg spiked children between the thickness.
And days! Oh, days of underground
meditation, listening to wild announcements
begging for change,
slight whims,
cereal spit between yawns and long divides,
Newark’s detox skyline,
angelic loves,
pushing the excrement through sobbing birth eyes,
grain fields rough from the industrial plague.