B.Z. Niditch

To outlast
fifty Springs
without the age
of being shackled
by knots of time
separated by pleasure
or hollowed out
from seasonal memory,
allows you
your quiet solitude
to write on
the barren tongues
of public defenders
soul winners
or ambulence chasers
you still wish
in this dispersed life
of portrait painters
ex expressionists
false revisionists
and visionaries
to explore
your huge crazy
zig zag warmth
of being human.

to be

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on January 31, 2012, in B.Z. Niditch, POETRY and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. The first of a few evocative and wily poems by B.Z.; so pay attention.

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