Harris Schiff, poet from Brooklyn, NY

Harris Schiff is a post-capitalist utopian poet currently living in Park Slope, Brooklyn where he is raising two sons, Logan 13 and Jesse 11. Former East Village resident, he was associated with The St. Mark's Poetry Project in the 60's, 70's and 80's. His books include In The Heart of the Empire and Yo-Yo's With Money (with Ted Berrigan). Email address is CAGEBREAK@ aol.com.

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MAGNUM OPUS


I'm oversexed
and underlaid

New York's beauties
bong my headsockets

serenely gracing crapitalizm's morefasterness

visionary curvature of the sublime

cuts it momentarily

but the din

bends the spines

of aging men
on parade

phones to ears

growing brain cancers
under heightened sun

this is the final daze

stupefying

binge

hexapyramidal plunge
into chaos
of deep

cold

space

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WINNER


Fourteen Thousand hurtling tons of stainless steel

I love to watch that dim light first illuminate the rails

discovering perspective's distant gleam


rushing up close

a blast of driven air

where

little miss school girl
works her curves in bobby sox
on the platform
bursting with pubescent heat

goodbye
sweet
form

the air conditioning soothes

I
like the real me

with all its

violent

wrinkles

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QUANTUM


I walk in the bright warm autumn light among the miserable
the wretched
New York USA's millions of neglected, aging, poor, sex-crazed, brainwashed,
mal nourished
and ill nourished

grateful to be fucked
horny beyond a reasonable desire

needy as anyone

but I walk in a grudging generosity

stiffing the beggars however

taking my baby steps

sun brilliant and sweet warms brick stirs breeze

What's up Roy?

Down is up

I move mysteriously with the rhythm of detachment



Harris Schiff

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Photograph (c) José Luis Rodríguez Pittí
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