Early Works

Gunshot, 2:31 A.M.

June 30, 1997

Gunshot, 2:31 A.M.

BOOM, what was that?
Impolitely ripped from sleep
chopper spotlight through my window
my living room glowing
like the Radium clock
in the old Bayside theater
My clock’s unwavering face
red 2:13 eerily glowing
like prickly mines
on my bedroom’s dark river
I call your name, no answer
stop my flashbacks, please
streetlights deform the shape shadows
straining dogs their saber fangs like swords
summer night’s distant rumble, unexplained
pieces of sky tumbling
like teeth
from a broken smile
sirens speaking of fossilized bones
hammered like plastic piggy banks
as if marrow were legal tender
spoils of 5-boro living
I long to make the screaming place
someone else’s DMZ
Goodnight, Mr. Edvard Munch.

As published in
San Fernando Poetry Journal, Kent Publications, 1997

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