You can click on the following link, Central Park, for a YouTube audio file of my reading one of the poems in the collection, Of Pain and Ecstasy: Collected Poems. The poem is also reprinted below.
CentralPark
Flowers
bloom next to rusting Pepsi cans,
Watered
by the spit of cocaine dealers,
And the
semen and vaginal fluid,
Of hot lovers groping under blankets,
Under stars dimly blinking through
thick smog.
Nightly haven for muggers, rapists,
fiends,
Whose every breath profanes the
species they,
So poorly represent, turning Plato’s,
Featherless bipeds, to dead plucked
chickens,
Soul-less, pointless wastes of
protoplasm.
Abomination-- not in itself but,
For the use it’s put to: a bone for
dogs,
Who’ve never tasted steak, and are
gleeful,
To feast upon the scraps of fetid
meat,
Clinging to well-gnawed bones that
they are fed.
Central Park, the bone we are to chew
while,
Smiling complacently at skyscrapers,
Daily rising where wild flowers might
have grown,
Our humanity proportionally,
Shrinking inversely to their daily
rise.
If I seem narrow minded and unkind,
Or blind to the beauty of Central
Park,
It is because I’ve stood on virgin
ground,
In summer, fall, winter and early
spring,
And cannot bring myself to love a
whore.
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