Academic journal article Care Management Journals

Eviction: Owner Occupancy (A Requiem)

Academic journal article Care Management Journals

Eviction: Owner Occupancy (A Requiem)

Article excerpt

I wired every connection,

I sanded every floorboard,

I rescued the bathtub from a rainy street.

This was my place

My first wife found the listing in the Soho Weekly News

My last wife swept away the last balls of dust

I created my Still Films here,

This is Life on Earth,

The Lost Sea,

Blinders.

Thirty two years of coming home here.

The New York Times was delivered every morning

The War in Vietnam,

then the one in Iraq.

Mohammed Atta flew over our heads here,

low,

so low we thought it was a helicopter landing in our living room.

The mafia boys enforced the law of the street

never acknowledging my presence.

It was 10 years until

I walked with my white haired grandmother,

then offering me a job photographing their parties

diamond dealers and diplomats,

a different problem.

After many years, the gypsies even said hello

and now mourn my leaving.

Blessed by gunshots and kisses,

there was no other,

this was my home.

The carefully watered jade, the ficus

have fled to plant-heaven

a few years after the wild roof garden

which held our waterbed

and us beside the water tank under the stars.

We grew our own marijuana plant in those days

yellow buds in full view of our very own compass rose:

Empire State and the World Trade

one to the North and the other to the South

where the television antenna still points.

The law school dorm rose on the North side

so now by day or by night,

we no longer see either building

nor do we see the fireworks

boom bang boom

just a glow around the corner,

this was my home. …

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