“My Blood is Ageing Concrete”

“My Blood is Ageing Concrete”

Now upon my shoulder is a roost

And upon do talons perch

Now my shoulder is a post

From this vantage does he search

From alleyways to breezeways

In bright of day or at night

He watches and observes man

Citing him somber and trite

My blood is ageing concrete

Here I gaze, to always stand

Though storms and ice scathe my skin

Coal black wings bring him to land

I stay to guard my courtyard

Why he comes, I do not know

While they praise the monument

Mankind cowers from the crow

(1993)

“In God’s Shadow”

“In God’s Shadow”

Buttresses of stone rise with rough rocked lines

Portraying the domineering steeple, accompanied by gargoyle eyes

And under God’s shadow I spell with forced mellow

To my soul for a thought, I appeal, echoing hollow

Searching meandering by-ways for inner connection

Pointed stained glass windows cast back a disfigured reflection

Grasping to see a shard of my whole self

I peer through iron bound Angels to find Mary and Jesus embellishing a shelf

To blood painted doors I step my stilted stride

With Mary and Christ, surely God must reside

Determined burning hands grip the gates chilled iron handle

Muscles strain, but fail to dislodge the wood bound by metal

The cathedral locked and blessed by holy saints, I turn

Unnoticed I leave reading, “Become of God and Learn.”

The soulless chisel born message champions from beneath my soles

With the promise of knowledge in the almighty making thee whole

Yet cobweb draped halls remain removed from my tread,

But the rules bellowed from within, shall I follow till I’m dead?

Tis a dilemma whose answer harries not

A question that sails with the peace of a dreadnaught

For to no fire do I wish to never succumb

Yet to avoid this fate in life afore all is gray and numb

No. No! White brilliance beckons from within dreams coils

The purity of light splintered by denominational spoils

Buttresses of stone rise with form forced lines

Portraying the imperious steeple, flanked by darkening skies

(1997)

“I Intend to Rot!”

I intend to rot!

I wear my socks

though they bother my toes

I wear my blanket

and underwear from Tuesday

I made it to the couch

(I fell asleep there,

yesterday.)

I have a remote

I intend to rot

eating is too far away

so is the bathroom

it hurts, but I am busy rotting

the shades are down

and I hear rain

the heater is broke

and it is January

my feet are wet

I stepped in a puddle Wednesday

I ran out of booze

and should be getting ready for Church

(but, I intend to rot)

(1998)

"Two Flowers"

More affectionately known as "Olive Heads"...

Euro Mullet Chick 2003, version B

and yes i gave this poem to the waitress, well version A that is...lol

“Euro Mullet Chick 2003, version B”

This is the story of euro mullet 2003

The sexiest woman I ever did see

But it is not so simple as one may assume

With loins afire and your mind out of tune

The lust evolved in a semi-subtle way

Climbing upon the heart, slipping, so sly, to stay

Not yet ensnared by whimsy and by smile

Out to eat, I scoured the menu for a short while

Then much to my pleasure, from heaven did settle

A hot lil mademoiselle with an ass forged of metal

But, compromised, my hopes simmered and jittered

For her long brown hair was uneven and so tattered

I thought to myself “How can this be?

The face must be lacking, despite the sculpted body.”

Sorrowed by deflation, my eyes slip down her shoulders

Then gracefully she turns, revealing radiant features

From beneath the euro mullet emerged diamond etched eyes

Beneath them a triangle, hedged by firm thighs

With elegant glib she asks for my order

Now not wanting food, my want is to court her

Reading the letters stretched across her breasts

I stammer, “Pizza”, eyeing a potential headrest

Shocked by my request, I sink into remorse

For bouillabaisse was my intended main course

With a flashing smile and a dazzling wink

Away she whisks with her cheeks flushed pink

Damn I wanted her with those tight tight abs

This was a lady whose dessert I had to have

A flight from my chair this big man did jump

The table settings falling to the ground in a lump

Following swishing brown hair, with scattered tips of blonde

I professed my admiration in spontaneous song,

“Euro Mullet, Euro Mullet, Euro Mullet Girl,

I need your little buns in my big ass world.

Euro Mullet, Euro Mullet, Euro Mullet Girl,

I nibble in your nape and bling you with pearls

Euro Mullet, Euro Mullet, Euro Mullet Girl,

I need your love tonight, our love must unfurl.”

Stunned innocence now swept across her angelic face

Her appeal enhanced by peaking panty lace

Swiftly and so quickly her hand swung in a slap

In deep bliss the sting arousing my longing lap

“So you want to play dirty with your euro mullet hair?

I could have guessed as much, but we should do it bare!”

She replied, “Cram it, you yankee, Mr. Rolly Polly Pizza boy.

I am not naïve, although I play at coy.

Just because I take your order, and flash my pearly whites,

Does not mean you can take me out for the night!”

With that she left me, my jaw hanging agape,

I went and waited for my dinner, and then I ate.

Throughout the evening the mullet flittered lightly

I dwelled in rejection, hymning notes quite contritely

Then after the bill was paid,

I planned my final flirt,

But much to my surprise,

She brought me cherries for desert,

This is the story of euro mullet 2003,

The sexiest woman I ever did see!

(2003)

Human Stew with Coke, version B

For halloween...

“Human Stew with Coke, version B”

I crave my human stew,

I lust after my coke.

In the morning when I wake

I run into a yolk.

Now this makes me hungry,

And thirst ravages my bones,

I stumble to the pantry,

Cold, naked, and alone.

“Alas” the hold is empty

with no food to be found,

So I catch a bus to Luminy,

and begin to prowl the ground.

I spy a mutt to hunt

and begin a stealthy prowl

I dive in for a K9 supper

But am turned by an angry growl

Setting my sights on something trimmer

I stow along a rocky path

There I woo a young lady

With a dazzling display of math

Quickly I knock her in the head

And stick her in a sack

With famine in my stomach

To my pad, my prey, I pack.

Back in my violet kitchen

I prepare my bouillabaisse

Chopped onions, potatoes and carrots

Joined by a green curry paste

In a scare my morsel has awoken

And escaped the nap sack

Honestly, I am shocked

By her large and perky rack

Not to falter in the face of desire

I reach for my flesh cleaver

But as I take a swing

Her eyes lock on her eater

Before the killing blow is landed

She covers me with kisses

With resolve completely disbanded

I sink into a swirling oasis

And joyfully exclaim

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

I had my human stew

And chased it with a coke

(2003)

Modern Barfly

"The modern barfly"

The modern barfly
Does not pry
At least not openly

Mounted in the corner
Unassumingly imbibing
Watching,
   ...in a withdrawn manner

How can he not judge,
   ...in a forging fashion

Smiling

At characters and their mechanisms
Gregarious and in space


The barfly
With him bottomless IPA
And golden onion rings
Fancying the damsels
Imagining
Witty banter with seductive,
   ...cadence
As the juke box
Or the band
Fill the air
Now smokeless
Liberated, yet stale

The barfly
Oh ye shuffle board master
Purveyor of salt
Surveyor of malt
Subscriber to the dead art
   ...of poetry

Forgotten
in the corner and content

But filled with dare
Wielding a pen
Until when
She comes and rubs the bald head
Holding blue eyes
And their dreams
Their observation
Their art
Their schemes
And their insinuations

Go Barfly
You modern muse
an oracle to the imbibed
Orator of the confused

Go Barfly
Observor and scribe
Curator of the mundane

Smiling
And steeped in the melancholy
Accepting
Drunken folly
And falling prey
To the mist of the night
The missive of plight
And colorer of the grey

Ode to Muir

"Ode to Muir"

Oh Mr. Muir
Do not be so obscure
My gattling gun of wisdom

Let the grey locks flow
And be quite sure
You usher in a righteous kingdom

One of beer and merriment
And of Scottish discontent
Of reflection
And drunken friendship

Oh Mr. Muir
Do not be so obscure
Just one sea away
Catch a flight
For just one night
And come drink the dusk away

10/11/11

My Brother

My brother is my keeper
Silent, yet on the watch
Clearly a sentry
Who has never seen enough

My brother is my keeper
Stoic and unassuming
But if ye step sideways
His bad ass is looming

My brother is my keeper
Calm and strong by my side
My brother is my keeper
By this I do abide

10/11/11

“Crepe”

Crepe for me

Crepe for you

Crepe for one

Crepe for two

A crepe that is green

A crepe that is blue

A crepe I can eat

With a silver spoon

Crepes in pairs

Crepes with hairs

Crepes with striped,

Zippered underwear

Crepes in stew

Or at the Zoo

Crepes in the hall

Or at the mall

Crepe in the rain

Crepe in the pot

Crepe on the toilet

Crepes that are hot

Crepe with fruit

Crepe in boots

Crepe with French fries

Crepes rolled in flutes

Crepe for me

Crepe for you

Crepe for one

Crepe for two

May 2004

Match

"Match"

I do not know
What to tell you
You are more than
A match

A perfect woman
With whom
I could call
The perfect catch

Kisses that come
In unfiltered abundance
Kisses that come
By happenstance

I do not know
What to tell you
But, you are more
Than a match

A perfect woman
With whom
I'm glad
We took a chance

10/11/11

Poof

"Poof"

I've run out
The inspiration, aloof

I've run out
My creation, poof

Poof, poof, poof

Beer here!

10/11/11

Drinkeness

"Drinkeness"

Drinkeness achieved
Although I wanted to
Spell it with a "B"
Brinkeness achieved
Although I wish
She would not forget me

Stupid Cleopatra
And your sliding
Jello shots
Crawl that f'n wall
Without your sweet
Forget me nots

10/11/11

Caught

"Caught"

I am not going to chase
What does not want to be caught
Not going to reel you in
Only to have my heart shot
I'm not gonna cast a lasso
Around your slender neck
Only to have you kiss me
And cause my course to wreck
No baby, I ain't gonna chase
What does not want to be caught

Your laughing eyes
Wear an innocent disguise
Luring me in beneath blue skies
You weave an alluring illusion
Only to cast it in
A confounding confusion
Sliding and pulling away
With skewed crooked reasoning
Only to return the next day
With flirtatious and pointed musings
No, I will not be party to this
I will not accept this gilded rusing

For...

I am not going to chase
What does not want to be caught
Not going to dream of us
Only to have my heart shot
I'm not gonna cast my hopes
Beside your swift footsteps
I'm not gonna treat you right
Only to have you turn left
No baby, I ain't gonna chase
What does not want to be caught

I'm not going to lie at your alter
Only to rot
Not going to chase
For not
For not
For not



October 2011

Baldness

"Baldness"

I am bald headed!
I want to be?

A big shiny orb,
Shining brilliantly

So...
Fuck you!

A Want

"A Want"

I have a want
A girl to flaunt
That certainly fits the bill

An awesome one
With a selfish streak
That forces the bitter pill

She wears her venom eyes
Beneath an Angel disguise
Letting me drink my fill

I do not care
Forsaking my health
Dreaming of what-if - until

I have a need
That she will plead
A want to meet me half-way

That the lusting creed
comes with a deed
To see me through the fray

A woman whose touch
Means so much
And will not fade away

She wears red horns
But bares no scorn
And says, "yes baby, always."

10/11/11

Crack

"Crack"

You are crack to me
Bad for me
But a rush all the same

You feel so good to me
An ecstasy
But something I cannot tame

You are a high for me
A bane to me
With only myself to blame

Don't run away from me
My dark fantasy
I'm addicted all the same

10/11/11

"My Son" and "My Daughter"

“My Daughter”

I shall step very carefully

I will not make a sound

My feet will only touch

The stepping stones upon the ground

Special Consideration

Is given every engagement

Calculations and strategies pondered

As I maximize every investment

My favorites are the faeries

Which dance within my books

Even my fairy dolly

Which my little brother just took

I like to wrestle with my Dad

And help my mommy

I love an ice cream sundae

And goodnight rubs on my tummy

I will be a doctor

And an artist too

And with my spare time on the weekends

I will volunteer at the zoo

But first I must get

The whole world in proper order

Of course that is only if

I can keep from falling over

(2003)

“My Son”

I will not stop

Of this I will not think

Do not get in my way

I am actually a tank

A tank that jumps

A tank that even swims

A tank that breaks things

From beginning to the end

And while I am very strong

So is my independence

And while my emotions run deep and long

My heart is so sensitive

The only thing to temper

My compulsiveness

Is the ever changing currents

Of 180 degree sporadic-ness

Currently I NEED, my car

I mean, a train, a rock, a stick

Or is it an otter pop

Or balloon, or block, or brick

This day was very long, and

To bed I must spill

So I can wake early in the morning

And begin to force my will

(2003)

Dried Rose

written as Jr in high school...

 

“Dried Rose”

I hold a dried rose in my hand

Petals stale, leaves turning to sand

The stem a stick, with thorns long banned

I hold a dried rose in my hand

I hold a dried rose in my hand

Some call it dead and call it bland

But the petals crimson and leaves devout

It still emanates beauty without a doubt

I hold a dried rose in my hand

(1991)

I’ll Take a Knee

written many moons ago when i was 18

“I’ll Take a Knee”

let wisdom be my weapon

let wisdom be my fall

let my week be as short as seven

let my week be as long

so when I come to you

guided by candlelight

I’ll see the love in your eyes

embraced, I’ll know it’s right

the words I’d offer unto you

would bare my dazzled plight

of your hand I wish to only grasp

of this I fear, at this I fright

so when we stand in the glowing dim

for you my tongue I will trim

I’ll reach to grab, I’ll reach to hold

I’ll reach and hold you tight

minute by minute I’ll drip my tears

and wipe yours beneath starlight

among flowing lawns, at first dawn

with cheeks pressed, glistening, in first light

I’ll take a knee, I’ll take a bow

a tear I’m sure to fight

I’ll ask you to stay with me today

so I can hold you another night

(1993)

“Bay Lynx”

The bawl of the bay lynx echoes

Between the fogged ceiling and farmers fields

Through alleyways and out to the piers

The cry trickles along the brooks

It gets trapped in the culverts

Neighborhood dogs bay at the memory

The moon is covered in soot

The horns of automobiles

Snuff out the cry for help

January 2005

 “Complexity of the Ventriloquist”

The pores of my skin

Hold back the shadow

Which darkens the base

Of blonde body hairs

Cast in contrast

Against Fairness

Painted Red

Someone forgot to cut

My fingernails

I can feel their length

Splintered

And catching at a scab

As they drag

Across

The surface

I doubt those nails are clean

A Ferrier’s nail

Is draped about my neck

The silver of it

Trying to be a

Chameleon

Caught against and in-between

The rambling

And the punctual

And the perpetual

Rhythm

The drums just cheated

On the band

(my man)

Their beat still echoes

In my head

A solo gig

That leaves the silent violin

Weeping

With her bow

Shredding strings in silence

(But I feel it)

Like a heavy rain

That is sparse

Tricking you with light

But penetrating

-The cold rhythm-

That awakens the skin

A reminder of life

That we curse

Regretfully

Drops collect

On those strewn strings

Quivering and holding on

Vibrating with the

Memory of drums, yet

Pulled south

By the wails of a noiseless violin

Looking for a shadow

And

Shining in the sun

I look up

To see a tree

A canopy

Of limbs and leaves

And birds and things

I do not think

They are wet

But the tree

Is

And it sways

In Rhythm

With the man

Pedaling the old bicycle

Down the block

And the lurching

Snapping

Of the blocks

Public clock

Harmony

I take a deep breath

And let my shadows out

November 2005

“Beautiful Poetry”

Beautiful Poetry

Is how I see you, dancing before me

Beautiful Poetry

Is how I see you, in my memory

Beautiful Poetry

With lines of grace, narrowing to a swaying waste

Beautiful Poetry

Etched in your radiant angel’s face

Beautiful Poetry

Your pouting lips, their caramel taste

Beautiful Poetry

The curve of your thigh, the swing of your skirt

Beautiful Poetry

Your words a soft song, your fire burning strong

Beautiful Poetry

The love in your eyes, the embrace that ties

Me to you

Beautiful Poetry

Riding the currents of time, lingering in my mind

May 2006

“Nails”

I like what your finger nails tell me

They leave no room for interpretation

Whether they are dancing in my palm

Or pinning me to you

I like what your finger nails tell me

Every manifestation

November 2010

“Deep Lavender Clouds”

Clouds of the darkest lavender

Beset the Israeli afternoon

They send down their piercing rain

A well timed melancholy monsoon

The rain does not sting

As it laces across my torpid face

But it mixes with my tears

Washing my cheeks as if to displace

…The pain I allowed to settle there

Clouds of the darkest lavender

Swept in from the noble sea

They send warm rains down

Washing the whole of me

Their color reminds me of your dress

The one from happy hour

And how you wear class with such finesse

And melt with me in showers

…I remember, I cherish, your laughter

January 2011

“To an End”

Slowly you stirred your coffee from black

Your radiance shining from beneath soul cracks

Your eyes pulling, begging me to come in

Your kisses falling on my lips again and again

Such a love I thought I’d never know

Such a lover I would never let go

Something meaningless just had to come

From the way you wickedly smiled

While you recklessly played with my gun

I knew that this was just too much fun

The record faltered, it skipped a beat

I was left standing alone in the cold street

And so now you’re gone, the fun is yesterday

I’m left unsorted and in disarray

I do not know what love means anymore

I came to see you and you slammed the door

Flowers left abandoned in my hand

Dreams chased out to never land

Slowly you stirred your coffee from black

You smiled even as you sealed the cracks

Your eyes drew me fatally further within

Even as you knew you would put me to an end

I had put my heart upon your plate

You carved it neatly and fully ate

Now my heart and soul are completely gone

Consumed by you even though I tasted wrong

I do not know what love means anymore

I came to see you and you slammed the door

Flowers left abandoned in my hand

Dreams chased out to never land

You pulled me in, and then put me to an end

You pulled me in, and then put me to an end

I do not know what love means anymore

I came to see you and you slammed the door

March 2011

Convenient

“Convenient”

I do not want to be convenient

While you look for another lover

I do not want to be on the shelf

While you look to only please yourself

I do not want to be convenient

My heart failing in your hands

I do not want to dream of forever

When I’m just a string of your one night stands

You tell me that you care

And that you feel for me like no other

You call me almost every night

Gentle whispers tying me to the phone

You say you wished I’d hold you tight

That you are tired of being alone

I say I’ll come and be your man

And you tell me, no - stay at home

The waves of my soul keep crashing

Upon your cold and rock hewn walls

Hoping to wear your defenses down

So that your love may fully fall

Upon my shoulders and within my trust

To be embraced and nourished

But this hope is proving quite unjust

With my attention you will not be burdened

You warned me of your aloof affection

Even as your smile stole my imagination

You told me not to fall for you

You clearly said - no expectations

You said we would only be friends

While you planned my destinations

You had me kiss your waist and neck

And I listened to your passion

And I listened to your passion

And I listened to your passion

I said let me be your man

And you told me, no – please go home

I do not want to be convenient

While you look for another lover

I do not want to be on the shelf

While you look to only please yourself

I do not want to be convenient

My heart failing in your hands

I do not want to dream of forever

When I’m just a string of your one night stands

September 2011

“Minnows”

Minnows turn in concert

They flash in unison

One massive organism

That parts before my hand

Exercising the right to call

Upon flashing silver walls

Kicking in deeply blue

Oblivious to it all

A pelican makes tracks

Unseen beneath the shallows

A hissing rock skips into the bay

My heart yearns to follow

The sun watches his mirage

Turn red upon the sea

The fishing nets are pulled

And they are all empty

January 2005

“Girl”

I found once a girl

I had to let her go

She was Italian and blonde

Refreshing, with a certain energy

And fond of me

(or so she said)

And she made the bed

Before we went to the festival

In her yellow convertible

It matched her hair you know

We fit quite well together

Easily under the sun, and tender

I found once a girl

I had to let her go

May 2006

Another Drink

“Another Drink”

Can I tell you what I think?

We should not need another drink

To fall under the covers

We should not need a scene

To get up to speed

We should not feel

That we have given

Or that we have taken

This is all...

so wrong

Can I tell you what I think?

We need another drink.

February 2006

“Kool Aid”

Purple Kool Aid drips

Micro splashes on the floor

One last sip

My daughter did ignore

January 2005

Anyway

“Anyway”

I think I should have kissed her

Although she would not let me

I think I should have kissed her

In courage and despite me

I think I should have kissed her

Beneath the full moon night

I think I should have kissed her

And held her waist softly, tight

A friend I did make

Patiently under the burning sun

Saying things I shouldn’t

The type that cannot be undone

But her hair gently curled

About my imaginary fingers

And her whimsy and her charm

In my heart they still linger

I think I should have kissed her

Although she would not let me

I think I should have kissed her

So gently and politely

I think I should have kissed her

Her lips an Angel’s blush

I think I should have kissed her

My heart slows…now hush

A fine Latina dancer

With whom I tried to keep

The pace of the song

That stems the coming sleep

Her moves of drums and water

Gracefully they flowed

And while my feet eagerly followed

My shoulders were too slow

I think I should have kissed her

Although she would not let me

I think I should have kissed her

The sun’s cinnamon envy

I think I should have kissed her

Under that Arizona sky

I think I should have kissed her

Before I said goodbye

Now – Sometimes I couldn’t hear

And sometimes I could not speak

Sometimes I was bold and brash

And at others, proper, even meek

But carefully she propped me up

And stood me on my feet

Then with smiling honesty

She sent me to the street

I think I should have kissed her

Although she would not let me

I think I should have kissed her

That’s what my soul tries to tell me

I think I should have kissed her

Now a million miles away

I think I should have kissed her

But I didn’t – Anyway

July 2005

“Killed”

I’ve been killed by love

I’ve been killed by you

One: an aloof butterfly, brilliant in color, yet…

Weaving a fluttering unpredictable path, leaving me…

Unprepared and unknowing

(Without the power of prediction)

One: parasitic armed with scathing, painted…

Black and biting but balanced with just enough –

Painkillers to stay the revolution

(an impasse blocking the solution)

I have been killed twice

Once by love

And once by you

May 2006