Yesterday

Scattered butts of cigarettes spell out the Rorschach tests of all his accumulated yesterdays. A bird on a wire. Batman. Playboy cutouts, and emptied out bottles of rum gather dust. And slowly but surely with a scary certainty every today burns out in half-baked sunlights and like the dancing smoke marches on to more yesterdays.... Continue Reading →

Desperately Seeking Gail

Stillness distills a persistent melancholy - Embittering sweetness of longing and yearning and fall leaves and summer rains and mockingbirds gone away... Runaway syllables meter out the lost stanzas of unruly poetries. And amidst the accumulated rhymes Of all her midsummers' nights dreams Abandoned For the smiling trochaic bouncing On her knees And in the... Continue Reading →

One More Try

"They way the old dog walked, down nobody's alley, being nobody's dog. ---Charles Bukowski ---   So he takes out his keyboards and fires up his router and prepares to tell his story. One more time. This time he will tell it right -- tell them all about the three stolen poems and the broken... Continue Reading →

Monsoon

Two birds on a wire chirping, fidgeting, ruffling feathers. The opera of the summer Of their discontent. On and on and on -- they chirp and fidget and ruffle their feathers.   A bird on a wire. Chirping, fidgeting, no ruffled feathers. Dripping wet the first of the monsoon's drops on the alley cat. She... Continue Reading →

Ciao Maschio

For Abigail and Gail, and the memories they left behind.   Among all things Leaves turn the palest of brown having burned green brightest. Smashed, crunched, trod on, kicked and swept away. Tears of the fall, defiant dreams of All her accumulated yesterdays.

Labored Confusions

In the dim squalor of sweatshops tucked behind silhouetted skyscrapers - glittering blood diamonds on black velvet - the rhythmic thundering of hammers, and little heartbeats stolen from forgotten schoolyards, sound the trumpets of neoliberalism. Gucci, Armani, Tiffany's, Ivy Leagues and Standardized Testing materials; and in the hollowed out shells of heavy ordinance, Imperial Democracy... Continue Reading →

Inertia

The way the days pass, with tired breaking of Insincere Promises; while the unending retrospections of a cognizant mind, Despair at its reluctant inertia.

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