tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465339503054587752024-03-12T23:24:25.300-04:00Pictures from Life's Other SideI'm searching for meaning and want to share it with you, whoever you are.Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.comBlogger276125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-9672002540365439752010-05-07T21:11:00.003-04:002010-05-07T21:16:29.102-04:00Gogyohka 5/4-5/7/10lilies of the valleyon the coffee tablemingle their shady perfumewith my sweaty feetfrom gardeningtoo many screensbut eyes are, toothey're machineswe love robotsshort circuithaunted by failureswant to be someone elsethey have their ownwe are not alonefeels like she's been gonelong enoughto be coming homeuntil I realizeI'm still picking up socksSpring's smellbuzzesfrom the bathroomthe sulfurin my Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-74749384646640921502010-05-03T21:14:00.002-04:002010-05-03T21:18:02.937-04:00Gogyohka 5/3/10angerrocks the boatthat makes the wavesthat floods the beachthat drowns the childthe eagle on the pine branchdidn't even look at mestaring at the sunsetfrom the earliest dawn in Americanostrilsfull of socksbrainchokedby a blanketthe beepingmorning alarmstelling everyoneon time or latethe clockgoes aroundand aroundso whyis it still dusty?Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-21960878542461735192010-05-01T19:37:00.001-04:002010-05-01T19:43:33.129-04:00Gogyohka from Cleveland (4/20-4/25)Important documentsBlack robesCommandmentscannot justify melike all this laughterSo many windows!Heads at deskspointing downLight shining inShining out, tooeach linea corner in the roomtaken awayuntilI stop hidingHer grandmotherBorn in a tipiOne birth certificateLost in a fireNobody accepts copiesSpring’s songEarthwormspushing uptulipsFrom wet dirtA boy in the woodsturning over rocksWalking Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-87625310338443185732010-04-17T20:58:00.000-04:002010-04-17T20:59:07.668-04:00Gogyohka 4/17/10 (written 4/14/10)<!--StartFragment-->after the computer screenall daylooking in your eyeslike looking through a telescopeinto another universeTake all the nerve endingsgather them upand weave theminto a hammockIt will support us foreverWalking up the stairsof Grand Centralat 5:30means walking through a cloudof coffee breathon three wallsof colorone drawingof Barack Obamain Black and White <!--EndFragment-->Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-55302443222344327702010-04-12T22:18:00.001-04:002010-04-17T21:10:39.190-04:00Gogyohka 4/12/10great golden dayawakeningsomedayI will besomeone else's horizonmy hand reachesfor your shoulderno matterwhere you walksteady in every stormTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-89231804371965576582010-04-09T15:38:00.001-04:002010-04-09T15:38:53.849-04:00Gogyohka 4.9.10My webbed duck feetpaddlinglooking for somethinginside methat is solidthings I want to dothings I have to doI sit in my canoewith one oarpaddling in circlesprogressin lifemovesat the paceof a doggy-paddleone daywithout worriesone dayto see the airand you best of allmy bodyis very bigbut sometimesI don't have enough spiritto fill itDo me a favor,life?Stop sending mepost cardsCome back to meThis Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-7569188595589841692010-04-06T20:17:00.003-04:002010-04-06T20:22:19.098-04:00Gogyohka 4/6/10be my dance partnereveryone!let your breath fill my lungsI trust youto lift me in the airIn the elevatorwith a chihuahua"His name's Shakespeare.""Oh yeah?""He's a drama king."A morning without sunlike nothing's happenedbirds everywheretelling methink again, buckoI have two legstwo lipsone brainand magic fingertipsreaching into everythingmy nervestell my bodyto be afraidof everybody and everyonemyTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-2998112489940290802010-04-03T20:37:00.000-04:002010-04-03T20:38:34.833-04:00Gogyohka 4.3.10the tattooed cursive "D"on his handlike a rubber stampreturn addressfor a body lost in New Yorkdust kicked up on a roadproves we never travel alonethe sun bathes many travelersand threads their eyesdust to dustTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-23859848729001380992010-03-31T20:28:00.000-04:002010-03-31T20:30:13.559-04:00Gogyohka 3/31/10sing a songhelp us restwe need peacefor a long timeto let our wounds healTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-69250796736273316112010-03-30T21:53:00.002-04:002010-03-30T21:54:26.217-04:00Gogyohka--not one poemor twentybut the hands joiningto write themjust likeinnocent until proven guiltyI believe I canuntil provenI can'tTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-24675839758377615142010-03-29T17:04:00.001-04:002010-03-29T17:04:29.531-04:00Gogyohka 3.29.10the young woman on the trainbeing sketchedby the old man in the trenchcoat"How far you going?""All the way!"I know and believeI am a poetbut if my wordsvisit you insidethen part of you is, tooTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-49806471806355341672010-03-29T16:52:00.002-04:002010-03-29T16:56:35.618-04:00Gogyohka 3/28/10what is this feelingseeing backs of housesfrom a train?I am contentfeeling rails under my legsMy soul snarlsand rears backand shiversIt's an unbridled marethat will not tamewe take birch barkshedding in curvesand put themon our armspretend we're superheroesmy best wedding giftwas an atlas of Mainefrom my aunt and unclewith post-it note flags"I want to take you here!"Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-3950947829780531022010-03-27T20:55:00.002-04:002010-03-27T21:00:14.966-04:00Gogyohka 3/27/10everyone knowsthe man in earmuffsfeeding pigeonsbread crumbsfrom the sidewalk benchall night it's bad dreamsall morningI'm mean to my new wifeby noon I'm leaving a messagesaying how beautiful she isthe cold came backbut the market is fullof butts and thighsjigglingin black compression pantsyou know what?let the March wind blowlet it ripinto my lightning heartand bolt my head upTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-48864707526159125312010-03-25T15:58:00.002-04:002010-03-25T16:04:12.999-04:00Gogyohka 3/20-3/25/10getting well againand my skull risesback to my faceand pushes my eyesback out to the worldat Union Squaresquinting in the sunshineI see waves of peoplecrashed out on the squareto sleep or eat or visitand make the concrete brightsomeone tappedmy trunkthis sugaring timemy sap sweetensanother's pailthe early bloomslook just finepoking out of brown WinterBut I'm a treestill heaving up my sapthe Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-40063296054753387962010-03-19T21:08:00.001-04:002010-03-19T21:08:52.007-04:00Gogyohka 3/19/10being in lineat the bureaucracylike being inthe esophagusof someone with bad breathif I grab holdof your collarit's because I'm shaking toogiving up on youmeans giving up on methank you universefor a physicsthat only lets mefeel one mistakeat a time!Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-64225460318070348452010-03-18T21:20:00.002-04:002010-03-18T21:25:21.668-04:00Gogyohka 3/18/10fat sparrowschase skinny sparrowspigeons chase sparrowsand feeder seed chattersonto the schoolyardout walkingsaw my first daffodiland wrinkled up at itthe sun was too hotit made me sweaty madTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-8761018944412683142010-03-16T20:17:00.002-04:002010-03-16T20:23:07.168-04:00Gogyohka 3/16/10Green scarvesGreen jacketsFleece and nylon and fringed grassshooting upfrom Brooklyn streetsThat squirrelThat squirrel!Sitting on a stumpIs it realor is it stuffed?Whenever I hearDad's knife on steelin the kitchenit's like the ghostof Grampie appearedfirst magnolia budsare outin pink-tipped whiteSpring's lipstickcoming out of its tubeTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-40572788545181603222010-03-15T20:22:00.001-04:002010-03-15T20:25:43.790-04:00Gogyohka 3/13-15/10trying to makeeveryonehappymakes meunhappyhave to wantto besomethingmorethan famous"spring weather"isn't daffodil fingersand new warmthor showersit's both togetherTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-89339517065165365642010-03-11T21:50:00.002-05:002010-03-11T21:53:57.451-05:00after so muchfutzingwith my new wedding ringyou'd think I'd rememberto wear it moreshe pours the potato chipsinto a bowl"Why not eatfrom the bag?""Because I won't stop!""Hit your headagainst the wall enoughyou're boundto make a hole.""In your head!"at Grand Centralbodies rush aroundI remember the wavesand the undertowburying my feet in sandTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-78055001355331183992010-03-09T22:09:00.001-05:002010-03-09T22:11:10.624-05:00Gogyohka 3.9.10Have youever seena yellow crocus?It’s reminding mewhat sunshine looks likeThe hill holdsa carpet of crocusesthick enough for a sultanOn benches the mentally illsit and swayA man in black leatherexits the gardenon a March dayFlexes his fingersand stretches his neckTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-31709767798307772882010-03-08T20:56:00.002-05:002010-03-08T21:36:02.895-05:00Gogyohka 3.5-8.10snow tide lowersto reveala dead pigeonbloodless and unfedto the Earththe cotton cloudof new marriagemeets the dull thudof old debtsand somewhere thunder's heardfirst green fingertipsof daffodilspart the snowto make roomto spread their yellow palmsin the laundromatthe old woman can't believe it"They just took it--and what will they get10 dollars for a phone?!"Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-54263263774155041482010-03-04T16:05:00.000-05:002010-03-04T16:07:17.241-05:00Gogyohka 3.4.10Spring buttercupspound outof the mulchlike the impetuous sunfrom behind a cloudthe myth of progressthat old tired tigerI'd rather remakeevery moment overnew its own best wayTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-82617183614638579492010-03-02T21:37:00.005-05:002010-03-02T21:46:36.895-05:00Gogyohka 3.2.10watch the rushing meltwatertoo much for the storm drainand rememberno human beliefcan stay solidthe widowfixing flowersat the graveresolves to nevertake off his ringthey prop the door open ("Hiya Lou!")the coffee smoke from the roasterdeafens all the buzzing peoplenobody coughs or slows--"Hey Frank!"shoveling bags two at a timetwo about laughing in my face:Laugh in my faceIf you face me grimit Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-14225462094340762332010-03-01T20:10:00.005-05:002010-03-01T21:00:51.644-05:00Gogyohka 3.1.10oh, pen--be my memory awhileand let the words put on paperkeep themout of my brainfragmentsof starsare scatteredall aroundmy mindspacethe wind todayblew fresh and lightbut March is coyflashes its bloomerseasy as kiss your cheekTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-546533950305458775.post-24177862053998203412010-02-28T20:47:00.003-05:002010-02-28T21:01:30.474-05:00Gogyohka 2.28.10we can arguetil we're bluein the facebut insteadlet's just dancelooking at the uniformsof each countryin the Olympic closing ceremonyI wonder how manywere made in ChinaTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16110882729183362516noreply@blogger.com0