The Bamboo planted
on the bank of the river
calms my restless soul.
poetry
NUTCRACKER
Once upon a time in a land far away
In the country of New Jersey
I endeavored to to take my Jersey wife to the ballet.
We also took along my mother-in-law for the ride
Whom I deemed Mother Nature
And we crossed the river to the Philly side.
And there for one brief shining moment
There were two ball busters at the Nutcracker.
Snow Queen
Sleeping Beauty
It was a fairy tale romance…..
NIETZSCHE IN THE MORNING
Nietzsche in the morning Buddha at night
They kinda counteract each other but keep me upright
One thing they both seek to do is to find the truth
The will to truth is the will to power
When you sit sit when you stand stand
Above all you mustn’t wobble.
TRUMP LOVES HATE
First Trump said Obama was the worst president in history
Then he said what a great man he was
Next he will try to sell you a bridge in Brooklyn
Then some swamp land in Florida
He will bark you down like at a gypsy at a carnival
Try to sell you Christmas cards in June
The ship of state ain’t real estate it’s is now a ship of fools.
UP ALL NIGHT
David at 21C
The clock upbraids me with her time
I was out all night long with the Grand Marquis
First it was Heathers then it was Feathers at 21C
The Red Penguin most naturally
Topped it off with drinks at Jocks
I had bourbon on the rocks
The Grand Marquis had his with coke
We had to leave because we both were broke
I fell into bed and slept til 7 most fitfully
I was out all night long with the Grand Marquis.
FACADE
621 West Main Street, Louisville, Kentucky
Behind the facade of the false front is the emptiness of the blue sky…
The Fugitive Kind
Wild things leave skin behind them, and these are tokens passed from one to another so that the fugitive kind can always follow their kind ~ Tennessee Williams
Trenton Makes
Trenton makes, the world takes.
I woke up this morning nine stories tall to
the sounds of jack hammers and back up alarms.
Tolling church bells joined the cacophony of
wailing sirens that screamed like demented demons.
The sounds of a city come to life
Trenton, a city of broad backs and stiff pants.
My building is a cuckoo’s nest.
Ah Trenton, ah world, ah so!
Highway 109
At day’s end I climb into my auto gleaming
And like a silver salmon swimming
I move along the concrete streams of
Interstate highway 109
Drawn by unseen demons dancing
Ever splashing onward dashing into rays yellow slanting
On I go swiftly moving navigating smoothly
Through white waters in my head and in my soul
Alpha beta delta theta waving pulsing and convulsing
Extolling precious price for previous postures
Whipping weakened weary body
Into flagging frazzled frenzy likely shocking sons and daughters
And ladies of innocence
But before all is lost control is gained and once
More forward moving I gather speed and momentum
Falling headlong into Revelations
Breaking through seals one through seven
I scream with pain to the terrible crushing roar
Of the silence in the dark of the deep
Heavy impenetrable void of the black
Silent mystery we know as God-
Let us pray.
The Bad Sleep Well
The white kanji
look like dancing skeletons
across a black screen.
Ghost Dog 