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Two Poems by B.Z. Niditch – Proxy at Hollywood & A Wilde Night March 11, 2013

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PROXY AT HOLLYWOOD

B.Z. Niditch

Secret suffering
masks itself
in waves
of churlish times
when oaths
do not matter
or signs
cannot offer refuge
to embittered hours
in your double life,
for in Nathaniel West
isolation booths
you are the more
than the extras
even at starlet parties
at undiscovered
expressions,
choosing masks
at accidental occasions
to write in the void,
jogging on city streets
you run over beat poems
on Hollywood Boulevard
from sidelined glances
or barely looking up
at your chart
you look away,
enlisting your jumbling
snow kisses
of soap operas
for pleasing yourself
a hundred fold,
even in a taxi
of time’s glimpsed
worth of exposure,
you pose for yourself
in acting out
of love’s sabotage
often unprovoked
by insomnia’s
worry beads
in what passion or dream
may never take
at your funereal place
or landscape,
you are still determined
to be a seeker
shining out of minutia
of decaying obsolescence
and to transcend
what ultimately lives
again like Pallas’ memory
disappearing as myth
in wavering evolution
to appear as
a lone persona
among the postscripts
of casting calls,
events,
speaking out
from absence
in silent staged
lines of whispers,
imagined sleepwalks
from pure inventions
as symbols
reflecting  the vigor
of earthy salutations
at your own karma
mirrors and mirages.

A WILDE NIGHT

Interrupted
by robotic calls
now actively
plotting a one musical
on a rocking chair
the Beat poet next door
left me
in his will to die
with a plea deal
that I be called
“Music Kid”
for just one night
after seeing my one acts
off off Broadway,
after the young dude’s
second look
of canvassing my papers
on the broken sofa,
here he found
a year’s character
studies on Oscar Wilde
in improvisation,
trying to make me
keep to his gay
vibrant decisions
for my atonal play
and not give up
by throwing spit balls
from inkwells
at the wall paper,
hoping the contents
of scattered notes
now written in pools
of red inkwells
will remove the scales
of the art directors
for a good review
in the Big Apple
to brave the elements
and enjoy the musical
“A Wilde Night with BZ.”

B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher.

His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including:            Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and ArtThe Literary ReviewDenver QuarterlyHawaii ReviewLe Guepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism InternationalJejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest);  Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others.

He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.

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