Dada sucks my Nipple its Claustrophobic Between your Noun

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Source: Dada sucks my Nipple its Claustrophobic Between your Noun

Art by Rob Goldstein – Sacrament

 

There is no common truth

Sacrament

I thought if I found

the right people

If I learned about [  ]

Source: Art by Rob Goldstein – There is no common truth

Noise and Sly Comment – Art by Rob Goldstein

 

Over, I say over,
The sum of all
we deem holy
in pink, in pink
twitters and sly [ ]

(c) RG 2017

Source: Noise and Sly Comment – Art by Rob Goldstein

A Dream About Robert

 

Mateo

A Dream About Robert

Robert sips his cup of green tea;

He traces words in a note-book.

A manic flips the table and shouts:

“When you’re ready to to die let me know!”

His Mother throws books at me and cries:

“Such pretty poems! But all about me!…All about me!”

I wear the chic black trench coat of mourning.

“Ya know,” I say, “I was taught to be more dispassionate.”

Robert lowers his tea-cup and smiles: “And we’re Jewish, too!”

“Yes.” I sigh. “More tea?”

Robert nods and passes me the pot.

(c) RobGoldsten 2015

Source: A Dream About Robert

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A Day in the Hospital – Part Two

This is based on a detail of a mural on Clarion Alley in San Francisco

 

I cross from
12 to 12:30
down to L.A.
to the flatlands

to
eternal youth

or
perhaps

a snicker.

I am a file pulled as

a case

and these four walls

merge in a night of

fear,

lost in smoke…

Nicotine?

Who is at rest?

My Mother tapped

my skull

and my brain

spilt out

dendrites to

the nearest

star

wrenched from skin:

dissected.

RG (c) 2015

Source: A Day in the Hospital – Part Two


The Birth of the Princess Phone-Art by Rob Goldstein

 

I sport a Beatles haircut (fiercely lacquered into place) and a
groovy, mod wide lapel shirt with French cuffs.

I am 16 going on 17.

I don’t remember whose apartment that is but I know I was
 ‘out’ and running with the gay street kids of Charleston.

I call the abstract The Birth of the Princess Phone because one of my
nicknames on the street was Miss Bell Telephone. [read on]

Source: The Birth of the Princess Phone

la noche solo sabe a lluvia, X-Xabier Novella

Night alone knows rain X – 

Salvador Dalí, La persistencia de la memoria (1931)

señales del tiempo donde el recuerdo se evapora como el aroma del verano

como se viste el cielo para un funeral ahogando truenos vivo y muero

vivo en tu mirada muero en los versos que mi laringe calla

perífrasis de lamentos que no proyectan sombra donde el sol duerme

la luz deforma la memoria de las siluetas las precipita al río Lete [..]

Source: la noche solo sabe a lluvia, X