Showing posts with label milwaukee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label milwaukee. Show all posts

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Skyline











Church steeples, smokestacks, and the tops of old factory and warehouse buildings protrude from Milwaukee's south side horizon. Most of the smokestacks, however, don't billow smoke from their mouths anymore. Bells don't toll from the steeples every Sunday either, no longer summoning droves of devout parishioners to Mass. Many of the factories are empty, abandoned, for lease, or greatly downsized. Over on the near north side, a similar urban layout exists: old warehouses, old fashioned storefronts, as well as historic breweries and churches. The purpose of these structures, too, are dwindling. Some lots have been cleared out, implying new developments on the way. Yet, many of these lots have been empty for years with no sign of construction or land development since they were cleared out. It is as if it is understood that growth and change are needed; space is cleared and preparations for a new direction are made, but something is causing hesitation.

Milwaukee is no longer the industrial powerhouse that it was decades ago, reflecting a larger economic shift from industrial to service-based labor. The industries have since been bought out, jobs out-sourced, or simply moved to bigger cities and consolidated. However, an outside observer might not notice the change based on appearance alone; many of the structures that make up the urban skyline were the same fifty years ago as they are today. Milwaukee's image has yet to catch up with the present: a city in transition still searching for an updated identity.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Sunday, March 1, 2009

LOVE POEM

It's later now than it was then
but that's always true
you are like time, but in reverse
and dancing
I am headlong towards you
your grey guts, absorbent polymer impossible
may we be exponents of light.


Saturday, January 31, 2009

Milwaukee

Milwaukee, orange bridge and skyline
Polish flats on the shoreline
Spanish architect and a German statue
Ghettos and ghettos always
Juneau hid you
And threw his French brie at Chicago

Milwaukee, when I walk through Greenfield
I love trees as much as you do
Why did you let the bastards move west?
How did you keep that heavy steel buoyant?

Milwaukee, are you high?
You sold Pabst Blue Ribbon!
Do you really expect love art love Summerfest
without it?
They listen to the lies of Miller
Because you fucking sleep all day Milwaukee
We want to drink Lake Michigan
Before we go to churches

Milwaukee, are you going to keep your smokestacks
When Obama shoots them all down?
When you built the new interchange
Did you forget the onramp to the 21st century?

Milwaukee, remember when everyone killed each other?
I think your cold made them crazy
Remember when you tripped my grandma?
She broke her leg,
Thanks

Milwaukee, Miller Park is stupid
I-94 smells like yeast
And you never watch the Brewers anymore
You put new bricks on city hall
And riding down Wisconsin Ave.
I see your houses
They get new and west
Oppressed depressed impressed farms

Milwaukee, Wolskis and Conejitos
A tea place named after rock, paper, scissors 
Cross legged heads are the grass
On a summer day sipping Rishi
A giant octopus guards the shore
Even you, Milwaukee, have a wavy blue collar

Milwaukee, one day my ashes will sleep in your grass
Or Lake Michigan
Making friends with the Whitnall Park trees
And I too will be your Fall leaves

(this is not done yet)

Milwaukee Beer Clocks

In bedrooms with closed curtains
Everyone becomes a bit crazy
The morning I slept in cold shorts
I realized the outside has nothing to offer me
I would be facing more than just this day
And Steve's strings diagnosing dementia
Away from my pillow
Scary futures

Why is unconsciousness
Believable and enjoyable
When you have knowledge of tomorrow
And a 24 hour star
With a 24 hour clock
That ticks my head awake most nights

Am I the clock?
The 7 that my arm points to
Would be rainbow colored
If clocks knew about Milwaukee beer
Would they still count the afternoon?



Wednesday, January 28, 2009

YEAH YEAH YEAH

Friday, January 16, 2009

milwaukee

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Bridging Milwaukee

driving over that simple stretch of concrete
suspended in the air

colder than normal
or cold in a different way than the east

a skillful driver at my side
and brilliant tones spewing from the speakers
a familiar set 
but new to my ears in the present

senses enlightened
lights blurring in the misty night
comfortable hands to hold and familiar smells
ecstatic sounds
a sensitive mush of lips to lips
vivid movement

just like the moving walkway
a sidewalk
or time
so casual or so rushed.