Thursday, September 15, 2011

Head of the Charles




The boiler room
Is where I sat
That day we
Kept steady; pulling full pressure
With you @ stroke
Our bow soon took
Wellesley
MIT
Smith

And we’ll move on
Lives away from these
Awesome as we are;
For we have wagered much
to claim our simple struggle.
Liberty shall come to the unassuming oar.

Signaling her fatigue
@ our refusal to open up
Before us bore life
With her flow
 the Connecticut.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Disruption.


For: CM
on my way --- it's a Go.

i won't stop
time
to
Disrupt.
LinkedIn;
We are
Saint Petersburg
Moscow
Montreal
Boston
Bangalore
Tel Aviv

Can U C Me?


red lights
mean
pause;
stop;
slow-down




Oh say
can u c

Isn't it True?
don't we need
another Star?

Saturday, September 10, 2011

9.11.01

Merely a door.
Go Upright
through it.
Now
remembering
never
forgetting.

   [a 10 word poem recognizing the 10th Anniversary of New York City's resilience and resoluteness]

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Linked.


I
Am
                           because u r.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Spiff [ed] Up



The Nat Sherman family has been providing fans of tobacco [in all its forms] a place to dwell  and indulge amidst mid-town Manhattan's  steady-stream of coniousseurs and the merely curious since 1930.


Some, prefer a bowl of tobacco in a lit pipe @ Nat's members-only Johnson Room [see gentleman on right].  Others, sit confidently; reliant on the tried-and-true [see gentleman on left]:



                                                       
                              Others, prefer a smoke of 'solitude.'


Standing watch; vigilant of tobacco's value --- its medicinal; sociological; anthropological dimensions @ Nat Sherman's flaghip retail location, a member of the Tribe invites and welcomes --- offering; summoning [especially on Wednesdays @ 4:00 PM]:






                                 When 
        do you plan on getting Spiff[ed] Up?




Friday, September 2, 2011

Stateside Pioneer




Chorus :
You’ve got to take this freedom train
yes
Lenin was grand
But this way
And that
You’ve got to move your mind
Move your fire-brand;
Raise your hand
Say :  I Am.
Dah-N-Dah-Dah-N- Dah-Dah-N-N-Dah
Verse 1
When the Tsar wore his crown
Pogroms came; pogroms followed
The Deniers clutched
to fictions
to  their bottles
Filled with
Vodka
Chorus
You’ve got to take this freedom train
Yes; Lenin was grand
But this way
And that
You’ve got to move your mind
Move your fire-brand ;
 Raise your hand
Say :  I Am.
Dah-N-Dah-Dah-N- Dah-Dah-N-N-Dah
Verse 2
Time’s a plenty at this Dacha;
This Phoenician station
Where the station Chief
Blows his whistle
To prove his thistle
Interlude:
Our Old ways
Become
Our New yearnings;
Pioneering pathways;
Sojourn’s Truth :
rails rally Our
reasons
Have you found any Freedom?
Mother Russia yearns
wants to know.
Chorus
You’ve got to take this freedom train
Yes.
Lenin was grand
But this way
And that
You’ve got to move your mind
Move your fire-brand;
Raise your hand
Say :  I Am.
Dah-N-Dah-Dah-N- Dah-Dah-N-N-Dah
Verse 3
You can’t afford
To place all your bets
On doubt —
 Ain’t no lender;  credit union or bank
Will paper a trail
For that Soviet-style
Doubt.
Believe.
Say : I Am
[Spoken]One more time : Hinenni.