Category: Poetry

Have you evar? 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 at times. Wondered why? Have you followed the dreams of someone else.…

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. My old man was a…in everything I had to say,and his lies…

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. He was my best friend in Elementary school. He was my tutor. At night he and I wander through the Mansions of God’s Heaven in my dreams. I miss him. I live…

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 thing is true I will never forget. And the roar of the ocean waves. The smell of salt in the air. Here I was alive.…

What is the definition of a man… someone who might reach out and trip someone walking past.

I lived good. At times I spent my week at Clearwater, or cruising Daytona. And then I’d find myself at Snowmas at the Summer Arts Festival at a play of Rosencrantz and Gildenstern. There was a resturaunt there where the bartenders performed magic. I adored magic as a kid. I had magic kits and messed…

The CIA once trained a bugged cat to monitor targets to eaves drop. On the first test at a park the cat was hit by a bus as it was crossing the street. Do you know why they call them Wize Guys…. cause when you are out at the jersey pier at night you say……

(An attempt at Prose) Billy is the term the Mob uses for a son that talks too much at school. Billy. Or Bill. Or Mr. Bill.

and the heart beats. The tea. The tea? The tea is sweat. And he says, Mack the knife. The turntable. This is a child remembering. Or is it. And the heartbeats. I was a child and she was a child. What? You slipped away somewhere. I was thinking in French. Can I come back and…

Silence is a spring of water falling down upon the dew. Silence is a morning laughter shared with no one. Parthicus falls upon the past rises slowly and smiles O yes he says, I knew him once upon the last of time. Imagine how it falls like silver it falls like silver

History in a breath on the stage. The graveyard is LA. Just down the street. Words written to be said. God save us from the ones that we are. Words are stolen. Tears are a flood. Words written to be said. Parthicus is a child. He is a window to the yard. The grass is…

Down the street an eyelash falls. I am 65. I have become what I was as a child. Myself. Pretty was as is, pretty much as I thought she grinned. Mischievous. Are the stars there for a reason? To catch an eyelash she says, as the boy speaks and says… I attended Church today.

I had a picture of myself on my Gold bicycle. I had a cowboy hat. And a holster. And a cap gun. I was eight years old. I had a picture of myself when all that mattered was Santa. I was five and I was standing off to his right. Did I believe in him.…

FM. I was 13 and Chris had told me about the new Album oriented rock station on FM. Or was I. I have found that what I thought were my memories were just the times when I was in town. The ones out of town I didn’t have memories of. I speak fluent French. I…

Brussel sprouts and oranges. And a Schwinn Stingray with a banana seat. I saw it on tv. And did the tv see me? No that would be silly. Freedom. Tastes like applesauce. On the Fourth of July. And I saw it on tv.

On the way home from school, I was with a friend named Chris. In 1973 the summer before going into 7th grade. He divulged alone to me something. Around the corner and further down the block a man came at us with a gun. He yeld at the kids across the street and fired a…

A flower. A glass. And Andy Warhol. And Carrol. I was a child and she was a child. There is and always was. A little too much dust on that one. Try something more visual… I always wanted to meet Eddie. But the older kids wouldn’t let me hang out with them to wait for…

Western Zizzlin’. Big Valley. Cowboys and Corvettes. Will History forget me? And if the stars drop from the sky, will I have done my job in life? Suffered through the daily news and wondered? God, when will it end? Will it ever right itself? I have and always will be dedicated to you. And if…