“A Cold Play on Words, Waiting for the Music to Start”

written September 29, 2005 Every time I have a Yellow thought The Clocks stop I swear I’m in a Spiderweb for sure This Y mess, with the X What the hell, damn this stress What would you have me be, God …a Scientist? The better to Fix You-but wait? I do not hesitate To tend,…

“Free”

written 1999 How many layers are you under, brother? If you cannot move then how will you plunder? You make me think of the man of TV Who speaks of fighting free wars for a fee And if the marksman plugs the holes We all get custard with our rolls

Felecia Never Stood a Chance

April 3, 2016  Sunday A discussion of my poem, “James Dean’s Harmonica” If I were sent these lines I’d have some questions, to determine they view of it.  The first question would be, of course, how literal to take it all. If the imagery was intended with all seriousness that would be a real tangle….

“Life–A Poem, About Possibilities”

written August 1996 Life is like a joyous ride That very few have really tried Life is like a sunrise in the early morn– As fresh as when the world was born. Life is like the height of mid-summer’s day– The kind of place you’d forever like to stay Life is like a bud of…

“The Day the Sun Went Out”

written December 20, 1996   “Is anybody out there?” I asked into the chilled night air. It could be assumed that I was doomed To die of feeling bored While inside my head roared. “Could we not do something?” I called out. “Like what?” replied the night with a pitiful pout. “How about a tale?”…

“Alone- A Poem”

written December 3, 1996      Hark–who is there? The night dark Your form I can’t see Though I feel you near Long I watch, But nothing stirs Hark–who is there? Come and show yourself So that I may be relieved. The stillness is unnerving Though I keep reassuring Myself that I am alone. Hark–…

At What Cost?

  written 1999, with a vast demolition and renovation  June 13-14, 2016   From where I stand Two feet short and losing ground It’s worth asking now, as I go down What’s the point of a kingdom If it costs a crown? The little old cannon on the knoll That once was manned Will not…

Pie #3

written February 1999, rewritten 2016 Weatherman Wayne, warning of the painted Danger heading for Harper’s Bay, Misses the mark and forgoes a refrain But Distant Mary she still waits inside As looking-glass people stroll the open day If you don’t go now you won’t see the bread band play Mock Turtle’s gone off to town…

Waiting in the Wings

written 1999, with a June 2016 shoeshine I bed down for the coming night Composed from things of childhood fright Tales from perverted Grimms, say hey! How many seconds til the distant day Remember how mother told you to pray Good girl sent on her golden way. Pirates are searching for souls like you Tear…

Falling Up

written 1999 Merry-go-trading, reality fading On my slipping senses raiding Picture a place spinning in circles Making kaleidoscopes of imagined perils Falling perception, a needed vacation, but there’s no fear Congratulations—you’re here My dear, you’re here

Green Fields, Part I

written 1999 Can there be green fields Or is it just a memory I miss the old green fields And how they would hide me To the right I peer A sandman and the sword he wields Three steps from my home, where I used to roam I could see from the window green fields…