Oxford University Press's
Academic Insights for the Thinking World

Untitled Poem

It is the last Friday of July (that happened too quickly) and, therefore, we are proud to present The Buffalo Poets. Kicking things off today is David Acevedo. Read. Ponder. Comment.

by David Acevedo

Images plainly stated are twisted for context

the moon changes tides
The sun rises to fall
Morning of transistor mumblings
warning of no cure for humans on earth

Tenement buildings are caves compartmentalized
Hands recreate space where it already is
without an artificial hitch and there is
space so sacred the government has taken to it,
where no answer to where the sky begins or ends fills our imagination,
but imagination saves no grace to pass through

New York Autumn clouds haze for smog cloud
cemented to gravity, the people
dip and dive to the police beat gun and grave
dark matter graffiti murals shadow the dead
and zone the streets for the hustle and hoax mimicry of reality

Whatever life is it isn’t for them or me
The carried common, element is space in hands
Waiting for miniature moments trapped in a form outside me
Seeking out stones and shells on the shore
Cloth money and earth blood metal bits,
particles seized and held outside of time
for each other

Born out of the seedy underbelly of the poetry scene at the turn of the millennium – The Buffalo Poets, known for their unique energy and wit, began hosting open readings as a direct reaction to Slam Poetics and cookie cutter style poets found in New York City.Hailing originally from New York City, the Buffalo are composed of four core members: Roger Kenny aka King Otho, Aaron Arnout, Noah Levin and David Acevedo. The Buffalo have many artists throughout America including, James Honzik, Michael Franklin, Kevin Callahan and the infamous activist Rafael Bueno.

Recent Comments

There are currently no comments.

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *