Poetry

B.Z. Niditch
PROFILE About me Poetry (81)


7 september 2016

A KID AT THE CHELSEA

In a hotel room with a small t.v.
staring at cartoons, commercials
game shows and comedies
where at noon in a grainy stall
you leave your lame worry
for all the walled slogans
of graffiti
in a flushed shower
of a vocabulary
of assaulting words
(while I'm all in prayer 
of St. Francis
with melancholy 
but hope to attain
better in an after life)
with this continued
rainy abyss
waiting for a brief 
answer of "Yes"
near my Advent clock radio
without an hour's prohibition
of  sister doing
origami for a stranger
wanting to be spent anywhere
than in this hourly
Kafka burlesque
by the florid window
hearing a flock
of pigeons and a crow
in a metamorphosis 
of humoresque
when the time is set
for creation
or to be at another
train track
to visit the 14th station
or else crossing
in another direction
at no man's land 
at Christmas time
to be near Bethlehem's manger
yet an art director
wants to view
my play tomorrow
about Roualt's colorful clown
and coming down from
the bay at Boston
to audition on 
off-off-Broadway
racked by sorrow,
I try to pray.




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