Nothing
(copyright 2025 by Michael Walker)
I have nothing to say
Nothing
I wish I was
Harpo Marx
Thrumming
Wildly
On a
Gilded harp
I wish I was
Caravaggio
My head bowed
On a
Golden
Plate
There is nothing to say
Nothing
The epitaph is plain here
Words words words
Another sleepless night
Writing
Nothing
At all…
The City I Was Born In
(copyright 2025 by Michael Walker)
Dying in the city
I was
Born
In
Nothing to do
In this
Familiar
Foreign
Land
Dying in the city
I was
Born
In
The Chinese Restaurant
And the
Auditorium
Gone gone gone
Dying in the city
I was born
In
Walking downtown
Just to
Sober up
Dying in the city
I was
Born...
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No New Kings
(copyright 2025 by Michael Walker)
No new kings
Is the song I sing
As the day begins
I won’t bend a knee
No new kings
Is the song I sing
And when the day it ends
I won’t sleep in chains
No new kings is the song I sing
No new kings
No new kings
No new kings
Is the song I...
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I Believe
(Copyright 2025 by Michael Walker)
I don't exist anymore really
I believe in
Les Demoiselles D’Avignon
I believe in
Rothko’s
Four Seasons
Paintings
I believe in
Leonard Cohen
And
Joni Mitchell
And Bob
Fucking
Dylan
I believe in
Yarrow Stalks
And
The Allman Brothers
At
The Fillmore
No soul out there who knows
No soul out there
Who
Cares
Maybe in some
Academic...
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Moon Rock
Copyright 2025 by Michael Walker
I remember
When they brought a moon rock
To Newark Ohio
A tiny bit of regolith
Captured
By Neil and Buzz
They brought that “miracle”
To the
Newark Advocate
Our downtown
Newspaper
There was a line
All the way around the block
To see this chip
Enclosed
In a square of plexiglass
A pebble
Like any other
On...
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Delmore Schwartz
Copyright 2025 by Michael Walker
He spent his last days
In the Chelsea Hotel
Reading Dostoevsky
Relentlessly
Ruminating in the
Early
Morning
About
The glory
And slippage
Of his
Days…
He spent his last days
Posthumously
His body not identified
For two
Fucking
Days…
He kept waiting waiting
In those last
Hours
Waiting
For the fountains
To run
And
Overflow
Again…
I once...
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Santana and Buddy Miles /Berkeley 1986
A beautiful piece of art
Played by
A beautiful
Piece of art
I watch
Dumbfounded
Surrounded
By
A
Freedom
I will never
Achieve
No matter
The calluses
Or the calculus
My guitar
Gently
Gathers dust
In a corner
Of the doom
While Carlos
Plays
On and on and on …
I don't exist. I just don't
