ebbortz

Monday, April 30, 2012

not sure about mystics

& there certainly
is no magic
of how
the economy
will rescue
another lost generation
maybe the future
will point to
fifty million more
poets & musicians
     their minds will not be wasted
they are the force
out of reach
of the exploiters
used car salesmen
cannon fodder
suburban waste landers
     looking to those
     revolutionary librarian cadres
     for guidance

--- e b bortz


(published in opednews.com, May 2, 2012)
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)

Friday, April 27, 2012

earth note 181

birds on the wires
like quarter & eighth notes
      more wind than song
      bars filled with rests

--- e b bortz

Saturday, April 21, 2012

our darkness at noon

isn't just a passing overcast anomaly
but an all-seasonal presence
unexpected staying power
(yes...we've all been had)
every clouded day
finds a life of its own
interconnected
a most advanced technical confusion
rationalization from top to bottom
lesser evil / worst evil
from the lips of every wizard
a trader
in the dialogue
of fear

--- e b bortz


(published in opednews.com, April 25, 2012)

Friday, April 13, 2012

first steps

i need to credit my cousin
for the original clash
wakeup
& hearing dylan
talkin' world war 3 blues
creeping up on the age
of fourteen
and seeing that there was
a whole lot of the world
i was opening my mind
to thinking
& all of that was before
really learning how to read
     camus or catcher in the rye
     or an arthur miller play

and then another time
in the coldest of a nyc freeze
going up to a no-heat
walkup on the lower east side
and hearing lots of buzz
'bout the state of every     thing
from the bitterest of the streets
to the most dreamlike
caribbean sunset

and of course once
you start down that path
there are no limits
to the thinking
feeling there are some marks
you need to make
since the possibilities
are all there
and there's no need to sort
any of it out before
just shouting it out


and if your search leaves you restless
or lost
near the dead zone
of a pinsetter's pit
you could always draw
a few words
onto every figurative
blank sheet of paper
just to keep the thoughts
expanding
toward the ultimate
who knows what

and yet you are afire
in every image
with or without words
that can only be described
as a kind of blend of colors & sounds
     unmapped portals
from the darkness
     a canvas in ambiguity
& whatever has hitherto
been explained
you must reject
as neither true
nor real

--- e b bortz


(published in Embryonic Gurney, Green Panda Press, May 2012)
(published in opednews.com, April 18, 2012)

Saturday, April 07, 2012

earth note 180

broke in my new sneakers today
walking home from downtown
about three and a half miles uphill
a sunny 60 degrees
even past the cemetery
markers gathering moss from the civil war
and it all probably happened
just about the same
fifty years ago
past my old high school
     i'd walk
and though i didn't run in
to anyone i knew
looking for the old blue bell diner
     couldn't place the spot exactly
with all the vacant lots now
but i still heard the bass man
from the marcels
'cause he used to
     loaf there

& city steps going down
to charles street
or up to buena vista
could use some patchwork
though they probably don't get
the traffic like before
when the streets were crammed
with houses & stores
and a drumbeat from the living
had a way of nudging the restless
into leaving with their dreams
intact

& now i just do my best
pinching myself
in the beauty
of every step
     every mile
     before
     & yet to come

--- e b bortz


(published in opednews.com, April 11, 2012)
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)

Tuesday, April 03, 2012

earth note 179

the antithesis
fell in my lap
like a hot antidote
as the sun threw
its best pitch
directly at my head
distracting the dull throb
like a hoarseness
in the throat
for a moment
leaving only the monotony
of another political season
of bankers & real estate moguls
calmly dressed
reassuring
claim denying insurance manipulators
none of whom
have seen
that the suits will wrinkle
& then burn
off the plastic mannequins
motionless in the window
when the sun
finds clarity
      of purpose

--- e b bortz


(published in opednews.com, April 5, 2012)