Sunday, February 15, 2015

B.Z. Niditch- Three Poems


How words and paint capture
the haze and atmosphere
reading a sense of light
and surge of water colors
covering chimney and roofs
from our racing pulse
and untamed mouths
eyeing genius in our glances
from a disappeared sunshine
between two English misty worlds
of poet and landscape artist
Wordsworth and Turner
motioning seasonal images
in our still lives.


This beat poet
plays his sax
smooth jazz under his fingernails
in a striped suit from Harrod's
with its two broken buttons
once over sold and now pawned
losing his trembling voice
from a poisoned argument
hearing my pretentious ex's
croaking crocodile tears
and bullfrog laughter at this gig
who hands me a St.Valentine
shaped in a clawing cat's form
with a orphaned heart's reputation
once of first class sterling gold 
now tarnished by memory
with my less than sacred ring
still on her pinky finger
in a smokey bronze atmosphere
leaning over me at the piano
asks if she could sing the blues
with her clapping castanets.


In an anemic midnight
before a hypodermic 
needled atmosphere
of a grilling microphone
after a wild goose chase
to find the club
for my first urban read
under the vapor 
and strobe lights
morning is coming up
overlooking the park and river
and wanting a crepe 
and one Jamaican coffee 
decide to play sax
to waken the crowd
who now dance to my tune
and listen to my riffs 
and words in French 
and English.

B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher.

His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including: Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; Hawaii Review; LeGuepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest); Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others.

He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.

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