MAGNUM OPUS
I'm oversexed
and underlaid
New York's beauties
bong my headsockets
serenely gracing crapitalizm's morefasterness
visionary curvature of the sublime
cuts it momentarily
but the din
bends the spines
of aging men
on parade
phones to ears
growing brain cancers
under heightened sun
this is the final daze
stupefying
binge
hexapyramidal plunge
into chaos
of deep
cold
space
WINNER
Fourteen Thousand hurtling tons of stainless steel
I love to watch that dim light first illuminate the rails
discovering perspective's distant gleam
rushing up close
a blast of driven air
where
little miss school girl
works her curves in bobby sox
on the platform
bursting with pubescent heat
goodbye
sweet
form
the air conditioning soothes
I
like the real me
with all its
violent
wrinkles
QUANTUM
I walk in the bright warm autumn light among the miserable
the wretched
New York USA's millions of neglected, aging, poor, sex-crazed, brainwashed,
mal nourished
and ill nourished
grateful to be fucked
horny beyond a reasonable desire
needy as anyone
but I walk in a grudging generosity
stiffing the beggars however
taking my baby steps
sun brilliant and sweet warms brick stirs breeze
What's up Roy?
Down is up
I move mysteriously with the rhythm of detachment
Harris Schiff