Tuesday, February 12, 2019


February 14th arrives...

Like Audrey Hepburn 

crying in the rain
like Rita Hayworth
dancing into your dreams
like a golden slipper
slipping through your fingers.

Love will take you nowhere

but it can get you through the night.

Like Kim Novak
and William Holden
slow dancing to "Moonglow"
like Bill Murray and
Scarlett Johansson tripping
through Tokyo
like Brando dropping his pants
on the dance floor
like Sylvia Plath
singing "Nothin' Says Lovin'
Like Something From The Oven"
like a mysterious painting
of Laura hanging on the wall...

I made you up inside my head.

Who cares.

Let's go to bed.

Tuesday, February 5, 2019


Corn flakes get so soggy
so fast
not like grape nuts
which will hold up for a while.
So be quick with your flakes
and let your nuts soak a while.

Do you miss any of the houses

you used to live in?
Or any of the mouses
that stayed there with you?
Or did you just methodically murder them?


You want fries with that?

The fakers and the fakirs come and go

charming your snake for a while
until someone yells:
Put that thing down!

What will be your saving grace

a la Steve Miller in a psychedelic haze,
and if you only save face
by saying grace
will that be enough for you?

Life is a game

pick a struggle
take a side
or just sit in the stands
drink beer
and shout obscenities.

To work on the work

is all there is left.
And all that matters.

Tuesday, January 29, 2019


This ship is sinking fast
women and Chaldeans
into the lifeboats!

Lucky for me 

the Evil Jungle Princess
is along for the ride
oozing poetry
from every pore
mischievously cryptic
grin inducing
a morbid fixation
(like Jackson Browne)
with lawyers in love
the wayward 
esoteric word
dropping out of the blue
and landing where you'd least expect 
like a North Korean missile 
gone wonky into the sea  
Look it up, peasants!
I can hear her say

Turning pit bosses

from pit bulls
into puppy dogs
the Princess floats 
through the crowd

Roulette as a spectator sport

is infinitely more economical
the house advantage 
reduced to zilch 
the grizzled veterans 
laying it on the line
grimace and groan
as The Princess calls out
psychically selected numbers
from the sidelines 
too early in the game for money
where your mouth is but not for
wild thing...I think you MOVE me!

And yes he's likely crazy
we agreed
but it makes for some intriguing times
as everything he throws up
as a distraction
merely results in another
call to action 
though I've tried to stay
above the fray
in my detached and graceful way
for if Nietzche is right
and we live the exact same life
over and over
then I'm for grinnin'
and singin'
let that wheel spin round
just one more time!

Thursday, January 17, 2019


I wasn't born into sin.
I created that for myself
and had a damn good time at it,
thank you.

Oh, you'll be happy to learn

that here--the Las Vegas
of the solar system
(if not the galaxy)-- 
what happens on earth
stays on earth.

So 'ave at it boys and girls--

everything's permitted.
How do I know?
Because it exists!


And to think at one time

I wanted to be a squid farmer.
So maybe I missed my calling
but in my present role of
guru/ philosopher and Certified
Bra Fitter, I can serve the world
on dual levels.

A fragment in time

becomes a fragment
in your poem.
String enough fragments together
and voila!
The question being should there be
a unifying thread?

Is there a unifying thread

that runs through your shirt?
(That's some nice threads, man!)

Einstein looked and looked

for a unified theory of the universe.
He never found it.

So my advice to you is to

go out there and be the best
squid farmer you can be.
And leave these larger questions 
of life to us professionals.

And I do hope you'll come

 in for a fitting soon.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019


I have been able to successfully
live in the moment for up to

30 seconds at a time

you just push every thought

out of your mind

it becomes blank like

the page I'm writing this on

before I fill it up

you become keenly aware of

sounds at that point

the sounds you normally block out

with your monkey mind

going a mile a second

push it past the half-minute 

mark and congrats...

you are a zen master!

thoughts are insidious

even when you don't think

you are thinking

you are thinking about

not thinking 

and all manner of things 

like a poem you are thinking of writing

about not thinking

and I tried so not to think while writing this 
and I do think it shows

Sunday, January 6, 2019


How sadly festive is the geriatric pensione!
Does the pensione make you shiver?
Does it?

I saw the seaside sentinels

Of my generation fall.
How I mourned the old hotel.
How I mourned our breezy apartment
Overlooking the shoreline slum.
It makes me shiver now.

The pensione smells 

On account of old farts
Blasting off farts.

The cafe is a pig trough.

Down down down 
Into the bowels they waddle
The chubby, the oily, the endomorphic.

I saw the flavor of my island destroyed.

Are you upset by how 
greasy the food is now
and how it all tastes like McShitburger?
Does it tear you apart to see
the once proud resort
pulled under by a tsunami of salami?

A humongous

Burnt sienna turd?

The winds blew through

But they didn't erase the memories.
So blow out the candles
Another year has passed.
The die is cast.

The pensione awaits.

Monday, December 31, 2018



Between what could have been

and what was
lies The Land Of Regret
where the hotel service is lousy
the beds are never made
(the sheets get so tangled)
and it's always raining.
You can go there 
for a visit
but don't stay too long
and never buy 
a one-way ticket
or you will never come back. 


I've had more embarrassing moments

than you
due to a proclivity
for winging it 
in situations that required
a boy scout's preparedness
counting on some magic
unrealism to carry the day
and when it didn't
(which was 99 percent)
I developed a taste for the raw egg
that was dripping down my face
and so I wince
when reviewing the past 
but that die is cast
life is still a blast.


I journeyed back

to my little town
population two hundred six
in its heyday
to find it in ruins
the little cafe where all the kids
fed the jukebox and pinball machine
workin' on those night moves
at least in their heads
now just a storehouse
for some rickety furniture
the pool hall 
the people I knew 
it was like a war memorial
in the quiet aftermath 
of a bloody conflict 
where I literally fought
to survive as an 
outcast and a loner
and yet have always felt
better off for being battle tested.


I stand behind my life 

the way the man who follows
the elephant down the street
with a shovel and a wheelbarrow
stands behind his work. 


No one is unlovable--

if you don't believe it
check out the couples
down at your local Walmart.


I can write about old lovers
and friends
with no trepidation
and I do.
They don't read my work.
intimate stranger
I leave to you.


I've searched for meaning
in this carnival world 
that surrounds me
only to learn
there's nothing to do
but join in the dance.


It shifted to winter seamlessly

there was nothing you could point to
that said you've crossed over
but somewhere along the line
you did of course
autumn days still mild
nights portending of what's to come
the scent of wood smoke in the air
then one morning you awaken
and the world around you 
has grown cold
and you brace 
for December's finality.

Tuesday, December 18, 2018


You can always find someone
to feel sorry for in The Naked City
someone who feels exposed
even when fully clothed because
those with the gift of vision
can see right through them
and I, Clark Kent, know about this
better than most

I roam these streets by day

(no fly-by-night superhero am I)
the people see me
as they have seen my alter-ego
so many times on the TV
if not in person
rescuing some ducks
or some sluts
from the gutter
and they never once put two 
and two together 
that I am he
and he is me
by the mere fact that I am wearing
these dorky glasses
I mean come on
it just shows you how easily
people are fooled
as no one even once ever said
you know you look a little like him
take your glasses off for a moment
it's why nobody sees
that the emperor has no clothes
as they grope blindly
along the tunnel 
in a dream 
a dream
a dream
here in The Naked City

Thursday, December 6, 2018


There was a time when I 
thought that I was gonna crap 
out before the age of thirty
in some romantic James Dean
bullshit kind of thing 
but now being to hell and gone
past that (and past the point 
of caring 'bout most things
I cared about then)
I gotta kinda wonder if
live fast die young 
might not have been
the better option
cuz the last thing 
ever wanted to be 
was some decrepit old fool
who can't get up off the stool

but that's probably coming

then again I think about

how I would have missed
this lovely shit show 
we've got here today
(I know I don't have to go into it)
and I'm kinda glad that can be here to commiserate with you 
and help you through it 
in my own little way
so come here and put
your head on my shoulder
cuz it's a lot easier than me
trying to put my shoulder 
on your head

Yours Truly,

Still Not Dead

Tuesday, December 4, 2018


the odor of death
hangs heavy over the planet
the corpses of angels
strewn at our feet

and it's coming

the people were told
by the high priests 
of climate change
but they paid no heed
till it started to rain
(say what you will about Noah--
 he had strong animal magnetism)

what to do now:

rob the liquor store
do a lap or two
around the lap dancer
circumnavigate the moon
swing on a comet's tail
eat in the kitchen
crap in the loo
the creatures marched in
two by two
look out Flahr-Da
there's more soup for you

take a Greyhound to Memphis

do a thing with The King
drink your whiskey straight
(as you can see
it doesn't matter to me)

'cause it's coming

the odor of death

hangs over the planet
you can see it in the skies
and in the children's eyes

but what we will carry:

the scent of earth
and twigs
and pine

we'll always remember you
just as you are
as we gaze wistfully upon you
from some other star

and we are coming