Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Over & Under

Gem Spa by Adam Lerner

Gem Spa by Adam Lerner

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And who remembers egg creams anyway
or the gem spa, on the corner
of St Mark’s & 2nd

in between the intersection of
life as we remembered
it

before it disappeared in
the turn over

and turned under
and into

a glass menagerie
of artificial
light

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Last seen wearing a pacific
northwest jacket
of firs

mindgallery twitter * beatboxbliss tumblr

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Iconlife as we remembered it
wearing a jacket of pacific northwest firs

Last seen in between the intersection of St Mark’s & 2nd

artificial light or
a glass menagerie and
gem spa, on the corner of…

And  it disappeared  into the before
and turned under in the turn over

who remembers egg creams anyway

 

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Glow

untitled by Riley Alexandra

untitled by Riley Alexandra

likes to talk, chit n chat
unimpressed by, this n that

very frum, only skirt
quite platonic, save for flirt

tzniusdik, elbow knee
under cover, harmony

quite mature, not a baby
yes and no, certain maybe

takes a walk, in her sleep
hugs a pillow, counts the sheep

knows the torah, in and out
loves hashem, without doubt

says shema, with a passion
into style, fad n fashion

five towns flatbush, boro park
light her eyes, with a spark

seminary, israel
put her under, lovely spell

milk n honey, land of flow
make her gaga, all aglow

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Iconall aglow, lovely spell, without doubt | certain maybe
with a passion, with a spark, light her eyes | land of flow
in and out, this n that, yes and no | harmony

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Mind Space

Mind Space

Mind Space by mindgallery

Silver bracelet on my wrist, three letters
to my name

and half way between the
trees and the
sea

suddenly caught watching
the past slip away
as time flew
by

but we’d already been to
the stars and
back

a thousand times
before, in our
minds

anyway

 

mindgallery twitter – beatboxbliss tumblr

 

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Icontime flew by
in our minds
stars, trees, sea

watching the past slip
any way half way away
caught between a name and the
three letters on my silver bracelet

 

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Genesis, It’s You I Miss

Brooklyn Screenprint by F.Lady

Brooklyn Screenprint by F.Lady

I’m frum, you’re frum
Everybody’s frum

Time to start up, all anew
With a fresh girl, who says nu

What’s goin on, how do u feel
Who woulda thunk, let’s get real

Learn a lesson, do bereishis
Or be taught, of voracious

Just u be bad, ur gonna get it good
Make no mistake, hope that’s understood

Sing a cool song, am I wrong
Hum it along, ping my pong

Shir hashirim, now ur talkin
Anything else, keep on walkin

What’s that word, tip of ur tongue
Spit it out, top of ur lung

All u wanna do, is chat n play
Get a good kick, call it a day

Pay attention, keep the change
Rate my interest, check ur range

Sit in the corner, best abide
Game to commence, seek n hide

Jumpin the shower, sittin the bath
Doin the homework, see ya after math

Take a hike, skirt the issue
Run mascara, pass the tissue

What in creation, is genesis
Reckon it’s short for, genuine sis

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Icongenuine sis
What’s goin on
Spit it out
let’s get real
am I wrong

Pay attention
Learn a lesson
What’s that word
now ur talkin
Time to start up
keep on walkin


Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: The Color of Dust

TheColor of Dust by mindgallery

The Color of Dust by mindgallery

Like a crash course in biological
pain, straight through
the heart

like a lingering flower that
blooms in the rain
then falls
apart

we tried to save as
much as we
could

but where do we go back
to, when there’s
nothing
left

mindgallery twitter – beatboxbliss tumblr

 

Her Two Cents

Lovelorn Poets Her Two Cents Iconwhen there’s
nothing
left
to save

where do we go back to

as much as we
could
we tried 

the heart falls
apart

but a lingering flower
blooms in the rain
straight through biological pain