Saturday, January 31, 2009

Friday Nine to Fiver

To pull crumpled straw fedoras
Dented crowns, bent brims
Out of mom’s closet, from under the couch
And never find my hat

To find a constellation of nickels and dimes
(No quarters, alas)
Scattered on a marble slab
At the lunch hour riverside

To see Jupiter and Diana
Mighty lord, pale huntress
Drawn together in the evening blue
As we walk from the train



I'm sleeping on sheets
sewn from your tobacco-colored hair.
The midsummer breeze, watery and airless,
ruffles billowy curtains. Abrupt; It startles
and wakens me. the rest at

Friday, January 30, 2009

To Dance Alone

Swinging on air suspended by thoughts deep

white sand beaches warming away your ice

while palms dust away your face in broad sweeps

and I contemplate if it's worth the price. ...more


Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Monday, January 26, 2009


There is no unit of measure

that can span

the space between my thoughts

and the conversation

that we should have.

Continue ?

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Still Waters

The Earth, in all her beauty
and the tree of life provide
every song the birds can sing,
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Saturday, January 24, 2009

I Can't Take You Away

The way you stumble through crowds when you run from the gunman.
The way you wear the big pants cinched up with a belt.
The way you drive the bus without knowing which pedal is the brake.
The way the alley is too narrow to turn around.

You can play the blues
On your plastic flutophone.
Wander around the airport.
Peek out at the parking lot.
But if you go outside
Security will have you disqualified.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Sartorial Spirit

Unzipping my soul/ The long raw metal slide down/ Exposing Embers

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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Six Inches

“Six inches, six inches,”
and she yelled, “I want more!”
as she stomped both her feet
and slammed all the doors.
Give her some more...

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Barack Obama: Hope Personified

A catastrophic era has ended.
A leaderless nation found rock bottom
and decided not to drown.
What could have been slow, wounded strokes to the surface
will be strong surges toward the sunlight
because a model of wisdom and integrity
has come to lead the way.
He lends strength to our broken spirits,
and deep belief that we can heal. the rest at

Monday, January 19, 2009

Gasoline Dreams

So where's this old world headed?
Well I'll tell ya', I have dreams.
Now man, I ain't no oracle
but I'll tell ya' what I've seen:
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Awake at Night

Another blackout in the city.
This time it seemed like great fun,
Lying on the floor, bundled in blankets,
Making jokes about tin can telephones
Until it dawned on us that the power
Was not coming back on. Ever.

Tell me what you love.
Give me an example.
The sun on your face in November
As the wind sweeps yellow leaves around your feet
And the whitecapped Hudson river flows
A billion diamond facets?
The lunch ladies in England
At the school you went to?



Sunday, January 18, 2009

Off the Grid

Lapsed synapse link/ Nodes of social network grid/ Connectivity

Friday, January 16, 2009

The Novelist

take me home
to lie under pages
in childish sleep
writing words
of sights unseen


Galibreth was a rooster
who loved to crow all night.
The other roosters warned him,
“Bird, that’s just not right.
The farmer will be mad at you
if you don’t let him sleep.
He has to get up early
so don’t you crow one peep.” Read more…

Rolly Polly Haiku

(or there is so much to like about so much to love) ....................................................... Winter weight fashion plate/ Flannel jeans with Uggs and hat/ Fat and happy Love!

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Thursday, January 15, 2009

Alpha-Poetic Farewell to Bush & Cheney

"Back in 2004 I summed up George Bush’s first term in my Alpha Politics verse. So it seems only appropriate to do the same for the Bush-Cheney second term:

A is for Jack Abramoff who’s big in pay-to-play.

B’s for greedy bankers who have fleeced the USA.

C is for Rep. Craig who isn’t gay, except in bed.

D is for democracy which Dubya hasn’t spread. ..."

The rest of my Alpha-Political Farewell to Bush and Cheney is here.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Silent Goodbye

Poems - Silent Goodbye.jpgShe wrote him a letter

explaining how she feels

and that she doesn’t think

their life will get any better

and so she leaves

He softly sighs in his sleep

and turns as she ... entire poem

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Whither Thou Goest

When you look down your lonesome road
We all know you’re terrified
Join the club, feel at home
We’ll meet you out in the unknown
Where a little green and yellow finch
Sails down to take tiny sips
From the melting ice

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Friday, January 9, 2009

Mistaken Identifry

Angry Whopper stood outside the door
where Soft Taco lay bleeding.
Salsa covered the floor.
Gordida stood crying, "He's dying, you see?"
Take a big bite!

Quite Within Our Sphere may feel a little puncture As you cross a funny line But we can take cheer- Christ is the ground For it's on a sunny lane And quite within our sphere-

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Good Enough on the Ground

My fingernails scraped the hard earth and I began to lose my grip,
Face pressed into the side of the cliff, I tasted my own tears.
At the end of my strength, when I could hold on no longer,
I could either let go of the ledge and lose it all,
or summon the will to scream.
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Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Veils Of Mist

Usually I can’t peek through

the veils of mist

that shroud your memory

but every once in a while

I catch a faint glimpse

of who you were

and not seldom

it leaves me torn

between ...  entire poem

The New Me

Don't look to me for popularity.
Don't look to me for fame.
If you succeed, then good for you.
If you fail, I'm not to blame. more...

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Polo Was Never My Game

Let’s be honest,
you look like some confused elaboration
of a rich father with too much time

Saturday, January 3, 2009


Just laying there
on my desk
black and cold
next to the monitor
just in front of the keyboard
never making a sound,
giving no clue... more

Friday, January 2, 2009


Tiny ice crystals coat each narrow branch
that grows tentatively from the tree
where our initials were never carved.
It's a soft freeze--
barely perceptible
to the naked eye,
but that thin layer of frozen dew
has been enough to hinder movement
for seventeen long years.

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Poems - Daybreak.jpg

In the early hours of the day

I think of you who wandered off

to foreign shores and other arms

and wonder how you’ve been

Draped in a blanket

against the morning cold

I ...   entire poem