Category: Poetry

You know why people do the Twist? Because it’s what they do when they see an Alien. The end of Mankind, Sherlock? Yeah. What can a dollar buy here? A song? Wanna go see a movie? I wanna walk down by the colleges. Do you wann walk to the The Backs? Maybe we will see…

There was a dollar bill tucked in his pocket. A scribbled note that read Love. He had a moment to talk with his new friends. And a dollar bill tucked in his pocket from the change from the tip cup. And his name was Never Again. He was black listed and the clubs were owned…

Listen. Eddie, what is the diameter of a circle? And why? It has to do with a door and the moon and things. I think? Yes, it does. And Toyota Celicas. Which is more important? Toyota Celicas, easily. What do you think is the most important thing in the world, Eddie? My birthday. What should…

Concrete and stiletto heals. Vacuums and Lounge Chairs. When did they say they would meet us? The sun is a gasp of brilliance today, as she puts her sunglasses on and puts her prescription glasses in her purse. When did they say they would meet us? 7:00 O’Clock. Very soon. Blue shiny stilettos. And a…

Kid Courageous. All these they were safe when I closed the book. Safe within their pages, so I could remember their names. Yesterday and today and tomorrow was always known, always the same. And my mother kept giving me books on kids running away… junior, PG, Sallingers. In Chemistry Class I knew a girl for…

Brezhnev mentioned me when I was really wasted, or was it the corduroy suit and something that I tasted. Sweet sense of being all my childhood memories. I enjoy the time my dear. Something on the rocks to rest on my knee. My sly grin and Micks eyes rolling. Where you been? Stranger where you…

B.I.N.G.O. and the Old Gray Goose was Dead. My Great Great Grandfather left Hanover Germany in 1850 to escape the Prussian Revolution and ended up dying in 1864 on the side of Sherman. And his son was raised without him, my great grandfather and his daughter, my grandfather’s sister, my Great Aunt was living in…

And in any other’s eyes she would disguise violent whispers with captured promises… wait til I get you home. Had I not been perfect? Had I said something wrong? Yeah, right. Just my speed. And the hourglass bends and time fades another day… We can now add Kidney disease and shots in my eye from…

A little Mosh Pit….

By Gosh. By Gee. By Whiz. And the Cambridge Women dispense Pez candys. Only on the Fourth of July as they sit circling the yard. I strictly believe in the belief that we are all human and all of us are humane, or so I once thought in my upper-class neighborhood as a child. And…

Like a virgin snow on a painted landscape. Two rocks set side by side beneath the cloak of white. A boat cabin down the hill, down the path to the lake. Walmart slacks, and all the endless compromises. Down the stream, down the hill among the kittens along the stream with the young girls. I…

Don’t get me wrong in my life I am not someone suffering on PTSD in poverty. It is true. I have lost considerable vision in my left eye from diabetes from my PTSD. We tried to control it. I have a benign cyst on the left side of my brain that we have discovered from…

threading me back into the world Have you eva? Followed a line that ended right about there? Right about noon. Slept on an air mattress with a cat. And loved the kindness of the world. Have you woke up confused or screaming? Even my cat sleeps across the room. Wondered why? Have you followed the…

My old man was a saint.No — really — an actual saint.And his name was never said. I fought hard for him,and I was his only pay. How do you know if the words shine,or if they’re just a waste of spit,an embarrassment.Like a bruise. My old man was a…in everything I had to say,and…

A midget race car. A slide guitar. A day walking to downtown. The Younger Gang or was it the Daltons. Kansas in the afternoon. And later on with evening cool a football game. I walked down the oak staircase as any other staircase. I had been known by these. Frost, Steinberg, Sandburg. And the greatest…

I always used to say that I believed in God, I just wondered if He believed in me. Eddie passed away in 1988. At night he and I wander through the Mansions of God’s Heaven in my dreams. I miss him. I live alone. All of my Aunts an Uncles have recently died. My parents…

On the floor. More like dirt and dust. Cardboard. Furniture made of two by fours. Memories I don’t have. Direction I’m not sure where I am going. I had met Larry O’Brian during the campaign in ’68 in California. And on the weekend after June 4th, they brought me out to the ocean to recover…

the ocean welcomed me to California. Welcomed me home. In the Heartland the ocean reminded me. And it stayed in my heart. Down the street if I could remember. One upon two and three upon four. One thing is true I will never forget. And the roar of the ocean waves. The smell of salt…