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Saturday, March 17, 2012

BACK IN THE DAY



Poetry Potluck--With Real Toads--d'Verse Poets Pub


She had a checkered past.


But with my thrift store
mentality, I didn't mind buying used--
(there's something very cozy
about things that are broken in)
long as it looked like
it would stand up to the
wear and tear. 

One day she said to me:
Why are you with me?
I'm such a whore.

I like whores, I said.

She gave me a look of utter incredulity.

But if she had thought about it,
even a little,
she would have figured that out
the third time we visited 
the Salvation Army store. 

Saturday, March 10, 2012

BLAST FROM THE PAST

roaring spin 
of time
moments cascade into yesterday
like a waterfall in a dream 

a flower
a stolen hour
a superpower

a viper
a sniper
a windshield wiper

spin in the eternal eddy

as the man behind the mask
harbors secrets
hidden meanings
glimpsed through patchy fog
too dangerous to share 
with anyone but you

all the rocks and all the stars
the reasons poetry and symbolism exist

I'm just a visitor
a loner with a boner
in the star magnificence
an existence
devoid of meaning
and grace
the battered corpses of love
 strewn along my tracks

yet still there is wonder
us
them
uncertainty
the unknown
the astounding scheme of things

hypnotized we wander

Casanova
a supernova
Martina Navratilova

a candelabra
a chupacabra
choose the next palabra 


time sails by on the breeze

and yet 
like you
I  stand my ground
in for a penny
in for a pound
along for the ride 
starry-eyed
and hanging on every word

this blast 
from the past
brought to you by
the 
lingering 
essence 
of
me

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

WANT AD

Desperately seeking                                                                   d'Verse Poets Pub
someone to love
someone to hate
a reason to humiliate


Desperately seeking
to find some direction
to make a connection
to feel your rejection


Desperately seeking
a Ginsu knife
the meaning of life
somebody's wife


Desperately seeking
my moment of fame
where to lay the blame
and end to this shame


Desperately seeking
a shot at the top
some wings when I drop
back into the slop


Desperately seeking
Susan
Fernando
Willy
and Betty Jean
a place to lie down
and a chance to come clean


Desperately seeking
to find a new game
like ants a a picnic
where nobody came