Category: Poetry

Again, lately I am doing dialogue relying on my skills in the background as I recall, with some help, about Jay. Memories came back when I used Jay’s real name and I realized one of those real memories, as I struggle for memories from my PTSD. But Jay was saying goodbye when he gave me…

I changed the title of my last poem. I lost too many friends. I don’t mean to be a priss. And no they aren’t gone. I stopped drinking forty years ago (I actually never drank, perhaps I was just tired) after a party at a hotel when we were all clearing out and a friend…

I had a friend in sixth grade named Jay who bought me a birthday present. I had never gotten a present for my birthday from a school friend. My father had lost his company on Apollo One. And no one in our new neighborhood knew. And Jay had gotten a rocket for me propelled by…

As a child I saw tomorrow in my eyes and that made everything OK. At a Christmas party one of the execs came up to me with his clean white cotton handkerchief and said that I had a buger on my nose and before I could say anything he pulled the wart off my nose…

A red Canary sits perched on the side of a gray tree. It is winter. Am I mistaken or does the hand turn slowly as it lowers to the side. I have seen you in my thoughts. I have whispered you in my prayers. I have left you and come back to you. And today…

There are three elements present at Arlington for John, Bobby, and Teddy. One is Fire, one is Bobby’s voice over John’s shoulder, Rain, and the other is Ted the Earth. The Fourth is the elder brother Joeseph Kennedy and he is the Wind. Perfection being the human Soul is the fifth element when you are…

My brother had a paper mâché’ puppet. The kind of puppet with strings. Have you heard kids joke about… you’re adopted. Or…you were kidnaped. I went one further. The paper mâché’ was a joke, an attempt to hide the evidence of the extortion note.

I had a golden Stingray with a Banana Seat. I had a cowboy hat and a holster and a cap gun. I had a diamond in my eye. I walked the words back until the distortion from the music reached up from the ground. Do you remember me? As a child I was turned around…

I came in. The air was bristle and fine. I came into this world. The camera’s faceless. I forgo a family and friends. What was important is you.

September in the evening with the lawn mowers. El Dorado, Arkansas. September 1971 by the pool. In the eyes of an old man, are the eyes of a child, worn down to his soul. In the hands of an old man is air in the turquoise bruises of time. Medalions of workhorse days. I have…

Sleep too deep to recognize, close your eyes and try to follow the friendly vices of tomorrow’s martyrs. Within eyes too deep to be forgotten the subtle grayness of boredom. Childhood dreams, synthetic screams hidden memories wishing you well.

once in a while and then the ice would rupture. But someone if they wanted to could capture the radiant pleasures of Spring, isolate them with insignificance and surround them with the solitude of winter. To keep smiling you could, capture your dreams in bottles and picture yourself inside them. And live telepathic until summer.

Don’t you want to be what I can see? Paint on another coat of valor. Or are you only over too often, never to be forgotten? Can you hear this voice tortured into these words? I have forgotten winter’s whisper, November’s trees.

Then he wasn’t. That is to say he was like the wind, and his breaths were counted in days. And at night in evening’s long shadows he still remains. Where have you gone when the wind stands still? What is there that fades away. Come to me in the night. Dance as a shadow in…

Salt and Sunshine. Our voices go unheard beneath our own whispers. The world Precious. In a joke that my father told me… Sherlock and Watson go camping. They set up tent, ok. Sherlock and Watson, these two, go to bed and later in the evening they wake up and Sherlock here wakes up and says…

At around five I met Lenny Bruce at a club. I was born on April 30, 1961. On the cusp of the Bay of Pigs, Mao Bay. I wanted to share this with you. I was with a family friend. And Lenny told me this joke… hey kid, I am the funniest comedian in history.…

I saw tomorrow in my eyeswhen I was just in sixth grade—and tomorrow was enough.You did the right thing.Are you still there,where you always were?Tomorrow is here,possibly without you.And I have become tomorrow.