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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

SPRING WAS YESTERDAY



Once again he's ignored 
the Steely admonition
not to go for that cotton candy
the kid will live 
not learn
as his ship of state burns
(Deep Purple's "Smoke On The Water"
 in the background)
heading straight for that looming
thing ahead 

His little Engine That Could 

having jumped the tracks 
way back in New Jersey
keeps plowing ahead 
through the shit fields of time 
out of 
sheer 
fukU
disdain

So let's go downtown

and find out where 
The Mikado is playing 
I need some color
in these grey days
rapidly fading to black 

Put on a grand show

cuz I need you 
to take me for that ride
to fool me again
and in the end
pretend again
that I'm surprised


Tuesday, March 20, 2018

FILM NOIR



I know secrets
tucked away in perpetuity
that are too dangerous for the world 
to reveal

and so do you


I wonder whose secrets
would make the world
blow up faster...

yours or mine?

Monday, March 12, 2018

I BELIEVE ONLY IN GARLIC



It is mid morning
and some salesmonkey in Mississippi
is ringing my number
ignoring the grave warnings 
in my voice greeting

someone on the telly
implores me repeatedly
to ask my doctor about
something
and the shopping aisles
are lined with friendly reminders
to get my flu shot

they're trying to kill me at every turn


so I'm off to do my power walk
and as the plague spreads across Sweden
I believe only in garlic
and apple cider vinegar
and beets
and in the end
perhaps
like James Coburn
I believe only in dynamite

and you're still hot and heavy
for a man from your past who was
arrogant and insensitive to your feelings
a quasi musician with no real ambition
(I've read the private thoughts of so many 
so please don't feel singled out)
and I remember the night she said:
how DARE you invade my mind like that!

sorry...

my ancestors were Vikings

we live in constant dread

like quail scurrying across open spaces 


time runs down

till time runs out
and in the end
we're all just looking for something
that's more enduring than we are 

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

FIRST DAY OF THE POETRY CLASS I'M NOT TEACHING



Stop looking for the
pretty word
and start looking for the
relevant one
there are so many pretty words
blocking the sun
and the cold light of day
I'm 'bout to choke on the perfume

get over the sweet sickness
of wanting to make pretty words
and come to your senses
there are five of them
(six if you ask Bruce Willis)
and you can use them all
do ya hear me?
do ya see what I'm sayin?
are ya sniffin' out my meaning?
you can almost taste it now, right?

(has this touched you in any way?)

cuz nobody writes like you
when you sayin' things that have a meaning
and not just a sound
nobody else can do it
egg-zachly like you
and that's the beauty of it, pardner
right there