Coffee and An Egg
…the providers,
In blue uniforms,
Grab an egg,
Drink coffee,
Read the Spanish papers
Before they leave
For their shift with
The old-inside-until death ….
Trailers and Wars
…why, why, did I
Think about the wars
When drifting behind
Eighteen-wheelers on the
Expressway?
…up rises, products contained,
The trailers rock, and
I think wars,
And cars join,
And I think wars ….
Eating
…the Norwegian coal miner
Tore into his pancakes,
And ignored my stare ….
…ice and snow and rocks
Beside the express train ….
…and I bit into my sweet
Bread, and ignored the grease and oil-coated
Street person ….
…early sun, humidity, paste
Outside the inside ….
Etched
…and it does not matter
With my isolation
Who has etched me when
I have passed ….
…yes, I think about
Their minds, and then
Dismiss them, for the
Night has a moon and
Is still ….
…alone, alone alone ….
Jasmine
…the white jasmine
Fall, whirl-i-gigging in a
Summer snowstorm
To the sidewalk,
Sweet in the dawn,
So sweet in the dawn ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsy mid July 2011
