Experiment – drunken haiku

By rickColosimo / June 26, 2015 / Comments Off on Experiment – drunken haiku

I am walking down the street, Chelsea market ahead of me What was that place I was last in? How many apple dollars are at risk right now? — ca. 2012 The secret of drunken haiku is that you don’t have to count syllables.  

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Poem #3

By rickColosimo / June 19, 2015 / Comments Off on Poem #3

#3 This vase doesn’t belong here. These flowers should be near you, instead of still with me. I wanted to plant the wine bottle in your apartment like a magic bean, sprouting lush growth, clearing the air all day in your absence.   I walked out of the bar, clumps of frothy crystal slipping and…

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Meatpacking Latin Bar

By rickColosimo / May 17, 2015 / Comments Off on Meatpacking Latin Bar

Meatpacking Latin Bar What’s going on with this? What is this consciousness? What’s going on with this?   ca. 2013

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What I’m looking for

By rickColosimo / August 12, 2013 / Comments Off on What I’m looking for

You’re fire, a black market bottle rocket bought from the back of a trunk from a Pedro’s “South of the Border” bag. I’m hoping for instant girlfriend, the one who I meet and that’s just it — it starts and continues and grows and goes on and on. I don’t want to date and date,…

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