October Night of Divas, East Tenth Street, New York City

for Brandon

A night of divas

stretched out
in the dark on
slow sofa fade

look out window
city lights

some fly one
frame to another

dark space square
between what is seen
then seen again

scratching belly, head, think -

Whatever became of Majestic,
his suicidal crocuses?

When did I marry Lonely?

can't recall

but fell kid-hard

backyard empty clothesline

silk slip one pin down

dip shyly in brick shadows

pornographic breezes.

I sing to knees now...

Beyond Manhattan Bridge

sudden heat lightening

a good night with cool rain

old vinyl Nyro**

needle scratches

done with song

poem by Warren Falcon
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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