Moving Day

Strange men knock 

Jostle 

Blue padded mats 

Leave the shelving

Wrap the sofa 

Take the sconce away 

Away away with Apollo 

That sconce is a witness 

Lighting on my loves 

Wrestle it to the street 

Disembowel it 

Give me your honorable word 

When the shredder's done. 

Donald Davis of East Village Books 

From the bookstore's Poetry Window

Breakfast

Breakfast 

By Donald Davis

The gulls were flying over the avenue

Squawking their squawk at us

Right at dawn today

So I figured it must have been dark

At muster time

Or even earlier

When they glided in from the coastal waters.

Maybe the pack had flown about all night

Thinking of french fries

Of which there were a lot,

As yesterday was the coronation

They surely heard the commotion.

The poem by Donald Davis is from the East Village Books poetry window.

Photo on First Avenue between St. Mark's Place and Ninth Street by the author.

'Momentous'

Author unknown.

Second Avenue at East Fourth Street. Photos by Derek Berg

Poems that we found on 13th Street

Ode to mung beans...in this town without pity

While we're on Avenue C....this poem was hanging on the side of a building on East Seventh Street.