Category: Poetry

St. Augustin CBGB Waiting to Fly

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 old lady. 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 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. Carrol calls Smith crow, winter calls me tomorrow. Summer calls me when I am with Carrol. Lou lowers his voice and whispers. Answer the day phone. I answer your question. Summer is never alone and Carrol 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…

We did not live in a mansion. We lived in Kokomo. We didn’t have a second or a third home. We had a camper down on Pondera on Sand Point. My father’s black ties were thin. In winter his suits were wool. My mother’s Mink went to her waist. When we moved down here in…

In my twenties I traveled the country. I shied away from bars and clubs and I staid sober all the time. At some clubs I went to after parties, after concerts. But I also went to Church while on the road on Sundays and Wednesday night meals. At the Church there would be a guitar…

I was born on the cusp of the Bay of Pigs. My father was a multimillionaire. A Military Contractor in the Aerospace and Nuclear Defense Industry. He lost his company on a Breach of Contract in the Seventies. I lived in Spokane Washington just about three hundred miles from Banf. What was in Mao Bay?…

My Uncle Warren. We lived in Picueene Miss. in 1966. We were staying at an Apartment Complex, while my father was involved in the First Stage Saturn Test Facility, outside New Orleans when I was seven. I had a cowboy holster and a silver cap gun like the Lone Ranger’s that I used to go…

Dion.Cosa sei?Sollecitata.Io non parlavo, crescere pescato a fare passare molto.

Vous savez, on se passe bien. De cette rivière pourtant par la rivière, je veux dire les gens contentera s’adonner, je rentre en aléa. Allez, attends, traverse et tu avais. J’ai encore samedi. Dondon, français de je vais bâtard, entre la sélection, j’adore penser le tien. Dans ton traverse, va prendre ton parle au théâtre.…