February 12-25, 2001: David Gershator and Andy Baron

Dividing Jerusalem In Memoriam: Yehuda Amichai I’ll take the figs you keep the sparrows I’ll take the doves you take oranges I’ll keep pomegranates you take red grapes I’ll take green divorce divorce and there’s no divorce I heard a prophet cry divorce divorce I heard a prophet weep you take the rose I’ll die by my jasmine you take the clouds I’ll treasure the rain you take the thunder I’ll keep the lightning divorce divorce you close your roads I’ll open mine you take the rocks I’ll take the bones you take the skulls I’ll keep the tombs fifty fifty on the seven gates to the City Lion’s gate for you Zion Gate for me Omar for you Moriah for me we divide Gehenna we split Siloam’s waters we share Via Dolorosa we flip coins for David’s Tower yes yes yes you take no I take yes you take yes I take no divorce divorce I heard a man talking to his echo divorce divorce I heard a man’s voice calling from a minaret divorce divorce I heard a blind man whisper to the deaf divorce divorce I heard a widow talking to the Wall divorce divorce an orphan’s vow divorce divorce an orphan’s wail divorce divorce you take the voices I’ll hold the visions you take the tears I’ll hold the cries you hold the breeze I’ll hold the air Solomon Solomon how do we split this nuclear baby you take Mohammed’s horse I’ll take Messiah’s donkey you keep Koran prayers I’ll take the psalms you beat the dourbakee I’ll blast the shofar you take Allah hu Akbar I’ll take the Shema you take the pita I’ll take the matzah you make whole the maimed and crippled I’ll ask Ezekiel to liven up wake up bring back the dead Soon to appear in Home Planet News

Andy Baron
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Bio (auto)

My name is Andy Baron I am 23 I live in Houston, Texas Since my previous publication at the Poetry Super Highway a few months ago I have: Temporarily dropped out of college, been promoted far beyond my competency, acquired a taste for mayonnaise, and through a revelation of desperation and a terrifying image of me at sixty, alone, in pee stained underwear- decided to get a girlfriend- soon I am, however, still incredibly silly.

The following work is Copyright © 2001, and owned by Andy Baron and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsover without written permission from the author.

Baffled By Your Casablanca Kisses You make a kiss seem epic The start of a beautiful friendship would be proud because everytime you whisper your tongue into my mouth I feel the applause of history’s greatest film rush through me and just like the perfect cinematic experience it never seems to last long enough. What If The Sun Was A Child With A Name? What if the sun was a child with a name like ‘Peter’ and all his friends laughed at how hot and bright and gaseous he was, but then one day after his friends grew old and began to bald and understand pain- they would be forced to notice the rain and the flowers and the warmth on their faces and they would weep and feel far too ashamed to even get a tan? It’s All Relevent The buzzing of evening cicada depress me Perhaps because I only seem to notice them when I am alone. Nothing Ever Changes When you say, “I need my space “ I almost wanna say, “You can have your own little space complete with a galaxy of nebular silence and you can live and breathe the cosmos in a black hole of perpetual fucking solitude for all I care!” But instead I say, “OK- I understand “