![]() | ![]() LA | NY A Special Edition of The East Village Brendan Lorber Travel Plan B "B is not for Blazon . . ." --Alberto Lanciani, Sbagliati L'ortografia di Alfabeti Times Square swallows the bulb & sinks Planned simulation of worlds as they were quaint dioramas of red light sin vivid & distant as oh say can you see with your eyes not your hands as poems are love poems even those that admit you love me you lush & succulent thing Admit each question marks the room & every room the backroom Each city the honeymoon capital of the world Each breath colludes with the next & so traditions are born that allow the triumph of atrophy despite Mr. Skeptic's antiseptic urban visions Traditions make smutty honeymoon sense out of here's a simple travel plan Please stop moving my lips when I write Please stop writing lies: my lover's son has nothing like my eyes These bad habits are my good traits A tradition of finishing only what's not in the plan I never went to Texas though I got there at Kim's Video John Sales' Lone Star was out one broken a/c night & the diorama world liquefied down my shirt The world as it knows you melts wherever yr from Here The ground clamors for you Your image nailed naked to billboards on every border while every fingerprint in the crime scene of New York says Hold me! I'm yours! Yr mind is Michigan It expands two miles for every one I drive Yr eyes mined from Minnesota's thousand scruffy honeymoon lakes Yr skin legal tender of Palo Alto crisp coveted Ben the unwrinkled smoothie & yr spine fleshy bridge leads headlands through bay fog Jump Break the tradition of your arms by jumping the country into them swallowing nothing in one heartland's diabolical drama NY Index |