New York City in Impressionism My mother’s smile served me well / Kind words at the diner / Then the New York Hat Manhattan’s Last Midnight – Poem Vers… the morning bleeds another crimson sunrise. Picture perfect for a fractured frame. December 27th the lines were down. branches hanging from / telephone wires / like broken cowboys, spurs rattling In Search of an Ideal Something Your mascara runs down your face / Like a road map to no where / Chasing the empty promises / sold to you / over the counter / like those … Tanka #3 Dazed children run through / The tipsy streets of Queens like / Shiny black oil spills / Burn the dark waters they drink / Then erupt into … Fire On The Train At Broadway-Nassau Feel the hush of the train / Rush of the sirens. / Feel the carrying on / Of us breathless tyrants. Coney Island’s Last Stand No tickets were ever taken here / At the end of the Q line / Where prostitutes split in two from the pressure / Of choosing a new way to lo… Risking Absurdity There are just so many times that you can risk absurdity / Making deals with dead art forms / recalled / When you hit rock bottom / In a… ‘Charade’ by Tommy Dean LoMaglio To veil my heart, Shut it in / Who wants to hear it beat again? Please, Sir #1 He / draws his / Arms / in air / Like / thin black / Sky / scrapers, / Screams / at walls: / “Please / dear Sir / I / just need / A /… 11:42 P.M., Somewhere Among Chains And Tracks We took / to the subway car like bread / to mold, silhouettes of breath staining / the white-tinted windows, laughter stroking / the seats … Goodbye, Lavender, Pink Eyes Thank you New York / for putting that homeless man on the train / so that I may never be depressed enough to give up / so that I know what … ‘Sway’ by Tommy Dean LoMaglio Somewhere deep, in dark abyss / amidst the cold and emptiness / pressed against the belly of this earth Christmas Trees For Sale (At Chambers and Greenwi… no, i do not dance with trees at night / (waltzing through darkness while / hair is combed backwards by needles). ‘Stasis’ by Tommy Dean LoMaglio My God, will this winter never end? / The ice is thick upon my heavy heart / Laden with my cold, chilling sorrow ‘For Sleep to Linger’ by Tommy Dean L… Further now you have strayed / Never have you ever stayed / But now you know they call you / to rouse you from this peaceful state ‘Echo’ by Tommy Dean LoMaglio Something is turning through the air, / around and around, / an echo, lonely…. ‘Vacant’ by Tommy Dean LoMaglio A ticking, ticking of the clock / A sighing, sighing at the lock / Again the soft, fragile tone / ‘Are you in there all alone?’ ’It’s only me’ by Tommy Dean Lo… Nearer, Nearer lurks this fear / Lurking close to find me here to be young, rich, and miserable we developed in excess. / with bottomless gas tanks and parent’s liquor bottles. / free to drive down dark, windy streets with nowher… ‘The Poetry of Pain’ by Tommy Dean Lo… The pain crawled over me… like so many insects, invisible to my eye, devouring me… making their way into my core to finish me t… Never Forget “May we never forget that day, that sight, / When the towers bent and broke under that fateful flight.” ‘Rain’ by Tommy Dean LoMaglio All I can do / And the most that I can / Is hear your sweet song / And catch your tears in my hand hell’s kitchen rustic oh wooden door, / so out of place / in city metalclad Contemporary Linguistics My speech holds so much meaning / Thrown, inflicted, pushed, attached to terms / that have always been endlessly open / but how they have b…

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