Sunday, February 04, 2024

Our Human Fragility

 —Poetry and Photos by John Grochalski,
Brooklyn, NY 


capitalism blues
 
honking horns!
shouted invective!
 
sad children
waiting for sad school buses
 
big bad american
work-a-day morning
 
dog shit
pavement dream
 
all of us!
 
goddamn it all of us
 
so scared of our own
shadows
 
our human
fragility.
 
 
 
 

grocery store blues
 
this hang-dog world
this narrow aisle
 
behind her fat ass
as she moves like a turtle
 
looking dumbstruck
at groceries on the shelves
 
she’s an idiot alien
and there’s murder in my heart
 
before it’s even
10 a.m.

__________________                 
      
grave diggers
 
at the
job
hungover
 
craving a beer
 
watching the people
at the fitness club
across the street
 
sweating themselves
 
into a different
kind
 
of grave.
 
 
 


circles
 
i pass
the dull faces
of terror
 
pass them and their defecating dogs
 
and all of the
fucking american flags
that they stick in their brown lawns
 
i walk circles
 
around
this neighborhood
and back again
 
stop to stare at the gray ocean
with the other lost and damned
 
as pigeons and seagulls
stumble around like hungry zombies
 
imagine it all a painting by van gogh
 
then
i get up
like a man feigning a purpose
 
to walk the same circles
 
all over
again.  
 
 
 
 Sunset Park


coffee cup ballet
 
you
 
pirouette
around it
 
take a sip
 
spin back
into a new
infinity
 
doing a dance
 
i’d like
to
learn.

____________________

Today’s LittleNip:

aging hipster
—john grochalski
 
all morning
 
searching
for cool new bands
in a glossy british magazine
 
my eyeglasses
resting on the coffee table
 
so that i can read
the small print.

____________________

—Medusa, with thanks to New Yorker John Grochalski for today’s fine poetry and photos!
 
 
 
 
 
John Grochalski














       
 
 
 
 
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