Thursday, September 24, 2015

better to remain anonymous

sitting with a ten-year-old minivan
from dead
this morning
nothing to do
'cept wait it out

reading through an online nytimes version
of nostalgia
for late 70s new york city
     how could they fail to mention basquiat
          revolutionary gospel that is
     doesn't usually make it into
     self-absorbed congratulatory circles
(o.k. i understand now)

like poetic milquetoast 
running off
to another workshop
some still faking the pain & poverty of those days
presenting the in-crowd as
a red badge of courage
or was it all
just another cliquish andy w production
repetitions co-opted
     and carefully
     only skin deep

(o.k. i understand now)

--- e b bortz

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