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The Blog Bog
  
The Mag Rack
  
 
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 "A" TRAIN PREACHER MAN 
 
 
 
Yo-yo vendor gives up 
gets off at next stop 
no one can beat 
the A train preacher yelling 
the rush hour down: 
I'm here to make the blind see 
break the walls of Jericho 
cleanse the leopard
 
Cleansing the leper 
is not a miracle anymore 
the secret of penicillin is out 
but the leopard and its spots 
not even a dry cleaner can do that
 
Subway preacher rants on: 
god gave you a choice 
the choice is yours
 
Like the yo-yo man  
I can't take the yelling any more 
I make my choice and get off the A train 
to get on the next A train 
hoping it's free of leopard cleaners 
and yo-yo vendors
 
My prayer for the next train 
just a quiet ride lord, just a quiet ride   
a silent amen on the A train  
taking me home 
         
David Gershator
  
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 POPPING THE POETRY PILL 
 
 
My poet friend thinks I drink 
because he does  
thou dost protest too much  
says he 
badgering me to go  
to AA with him so I think  
I'll check out his scene
 
When I walk in  
it's a thick cloud chamber 
and getting thicker 
everyone's smoking 
and I don't smoke 
everyone's confessing  
and I don't have much to confess
 
I'm a non smoking  
fruit juice drinking 
total teetotaler 
if I have to admit  
to some pedigreed vice 
I won't deny a loopy one 
and that's this loser's game  
called poetry 
i.e., chasing the skirt of the Muse
 
If that's not a vice in America 
or anywhere  
I don't know what is 
        
         David Gershator 
 
 
  
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MOROCCAN OPERATION 
 after Paul Bowles
  
              
I'm in Morocco 
a country I've never visited 
out of fear for my tongue
the tongue is the body part  
I don't want to lose  
to any mute who wants his tongue back
 
there's no way to say what's missing 
no one knows my language  
I need to put it in writing  
for a fortune teller's mynah bird 
in Marrakesh
 
soon the new moon  
will signal the start of Ramadan 
and I'll look up at it 
speechless in Arabic   
 
         David Gershator__
  
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KISS MY MUSE
  
   
 
Kiss my muse the cop says  
pushing a corpse into my arms
kiss my muse the artist says  
dropping a mannequin into my lap
 
kiss my muse the doctor says  
releasing a skeleton in my bed 
 
kiss my muse the computer man says  
shoving an apple into my mouth
 
it could have been worse  
a monkey wrench lin my brain 
a keyboard in my skull  
a rattler in my boots 
 
kiss my muse the dentist says  
driving a needle into my wisdoms
 
there are so many bad kissers out there 
 
 
         David Gershator__
  
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