Greg Fuchs

Greg Fuchs (travmar03@email.msn.com) hosts a twice monthly reading series at Highwire

Gallery, Philadelphia. He is reading with Tom Devaney at the Poetry Project

at St. Mark's Church, Monday, May 10th. His book, Came Like It Went (BD

Books) is available.

Kosovars As Seen From Downtown

Bathing beauties from another planet

Crossed with ham-faces from Connecticut

Spawn children of the shopping revolution

Crowd the sidewalk outside Soho station.

The Hamptons are coming, the Hamptons

Are coming. Running like body snatchers

Toward 15-hour break of beverage, dinner,

Nightline, book. Senator ham-face discreetly

Refers to humans as troops and sends the troops to rip

Other human heads from their shoulders. Spurting blood

Wiring higher purpose foreign policy debacle disastrous

Proportions. The chattering class chatters, "Send troops,

Troops, send ground troops." Ignorance disguised as in-

nocence disquises motives, exposes oppression, silences.

Sweet Mental Revenge

The fittest survivalist crawls out of the telephone

Vexing free trade hickory switch in the fist

Of the editor-in-chief who'll soon charge

His cubby for a disciplinary smacking shiftless

Skivvies. Like a fish first walking on land

Exclaims, "When life sucks, just keep on sucking."

The closeted misogynist all out in French Quarter

Leather vest over button-down unbuttoned

To the belly-button adjoins me at the ear

A tirade on receding girl-shoulders

At touch or the all-genitalia-party didn't invite

Complicated feelings over to caress nipples.

Jackie O' Ave looms in gloaming, closer and closer and

And closer. Prada shoulder lead by a Budweiser hand

Ducks into The San Remo. All the rooms in the residential

hotels, Central Park West town-homes, positively filled

high with metropolitan wit, love among antiques, comforts

fit for a king, we imagine we're robber barons invited

For dinner, sharing a second-hand windbreaker for warmth

In shadow of the impenetrable New York Ethical Society.

Gred Fuchs