Category: Poetry

In the soft blush of a Michelangelo, I try to find the words. Only to find the endless depth as I rise again. You are I believe as beautiful as that birch tree locked outside the window. As the keys on the piano. As everything. I did not learn to tell time until 5th grade.…

Time, an obsession to count the moments. Saying Goodbye, one more moment to count on. And she falls in evenings’ shades. I’d rather taste the venom than live with this veil I live with. There are reasons for summer, reasons for rain. Reasons for sorrow, there are reasons for tomorrow. And she falls in amber…

I realize now. I am on Social Security and have been most of my life. Working for my father for fifteen years I traveled the country. My rental cars were sports cars, my hotel rooms were Motel 6s, My Arby’s was paid for and on the Weekends they became Prime Rib. My air fair was…

Rings challenge a forgotten voice. Water stands and cries upon the silent forgotten past. A tired moment. A second of fortunes. And a whisper of tomorrow of waking. Waking upon the street, upon the sudden forgotten moments of another tomorrow. I was once forever shall be nothing, but another apology for a missed second. A…

And a dream becomes a torment, becomes a bruise. Lightning strike. Cold black sky. A summer towards the occasional misfortune of …what is the reason for the sky? Towards the past a man opens his eyes and whispers, whispers the sharpness of a sin. Lightning strike. The table falls to the ground. One leg bends…

The word mellow? The act of suffering inside, while content. I was a child of two almost three. And then a child of four and five. I believe in believing. I believe in trying. I believe in secrets. I believe in winning. How do I tell you I love you? I believe in a season…

A world alone softened by soft hands. There was a tiger and an old man. Which is worse, the ending of another day? Or the beginning of a new one? I passed on the soft hands part and became the old man with the tabby. Why? Cause. I had things to do and reasons to…

I walk past five minutes of your life like a quiet albatross in the existence of chrome lenses. A soft shouldered Moose walking down the street… soo cool. Stiletto and heels on concrete. I give you these… we three mice… we three kittens… we three cooks… we three mathematicians. Einstein and Bohr… in a walk…

There is a violet panel. There is a glass hummingbird for an older woman. There is a moment. I once whispered to a car going 3,000 miles an hour and he heard me. Or was that the imagination of some other child. I once had a glass apple from Perth slip from my hands just…

This is your doctor calling. I got good news and bad news. What do you want first? Ummm, give me the good news first. You only have twenty-four hours to live. O’ God. Whats the bad news? I have been trying to get hold of you since yesterday.

There was once a brilliant caring King with a vision. He once held the Grail and its intensity harmed him. For decades he requested his greatest knights to return and find the Grail for him once again as he was frail and aging. And then one day beside his bed a naive appeared bearing a…

I wasn’t yet three years old just in from Burbank when I saw Judy Garland. She had seen a child in the audience alone and had asked to have me brought back to her dressing room. She asked me how I was doing and who I was with and if I would like a drink.…

I touch my hand upon your soul and send you home. I touch my soul upon your hand and send me home. Earth to Earth and Dust to Dust. It was just the drawings of a child that brought me here to you that makes me stay. There are reasons for the summer. And reasons…

Winkum, Dinkum, and Drod. The Lawfirm. Saturday and the night has fallen. Carroll calls Smith crow, winter calls me tomorrow. Summer calls me when I am with Carroll. Lou lowers his voice and whispers. Answer the day phone. I answer your question. Summer is never alone and Carroll knows her name. What? I don’t have…

Words which once, twice. And then the moments fade. Days and nights intwining. Inclining to dismay. And we are left with the words to slow down the moments. To slow down the silence. Yesterday and then the moment fades.

September: Pin the Tail on the Donkey and Peanut Races. It was a dress competition and my parents had made me up as an aluminum foil Knight until the parade started, the walkaround in the circle in the gym. October: Timothy Leary and Pooh met the Jabberwocky down the gravel slopes of St. Martin’s. Pooh…