So Many Fish In The Sea

August 29th, 2013 — 9:16am

I tried to take pleasure

my hands about her tiny waist

but from time to time

I had to look at her face.

A face not even

liquor, love or money could erase.


As my fish friendly father

once confessed,

half sauced

still on the rocking boat,

“The deeper you put in your line

the uglier you’ll bring up

but the eating’s all the same.”


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BMWs in Bohemia

June 2nd, 2013 — 10:11pm


I am looking into the eyes

of a young man

looking at a BMW

swiftly passing

the bus we are in.


What is he thinking?

This man

with a $2 waatch and

an unused smile

a girlfriend knocked up

who he knocked down


just before she told him

the news (and then they kissed).


Nothing, is my guess.

He turns his head

and bears down on his gum

throwing back his Michael Bolton hair.


For him the BMW

passed by long ago.

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In remembrance of good poets

June 2nd, 2013 — 10:07pm


I curse you with life

the thought it entails

the women you’ll never have

the fruits always out of reach.


Still, it is better you had lived

stuttering along time’s cobbled streets

your stench a perfume

polluting many into misunderstanding.


Without you nothing would happen.

For as has been said:

“Poetry makes nothing happen.”

that being precisely the point

the pendulum swings by,

space but a nothing filled,

time transfixed by your

slowly swinging stick.


Keep reaching my friends.

Your tears to tear at the ground

and become a rose that dies.

Keep reaching my friends,

no disguise, no lies.

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The 20th Century

April 13th, 2013 — 10:17am


Airflight, cars, too many cars

radio, TV, telephone, video, computers

social security, the pill, condoms, AIDs

equality, justice, no brotherhood.


Steel, plastic, teflon, concrete

(but the earth abideth forever)

Picasso, Jackson, graffiti

canned food, microwaved food, fast food

so many starved – no food

vaccines, by pass surgery, transplants

everyone still always dying.


Man on the moon, speed, nuclear bomb baboom

the ashes of Birkenau bloom.


A little love and peace, no understanding

much profit, no prophets

Russian, Chinese, Cuban, Iranian revolutions

But the world still goes around the sun and itself.


National buildings, nation building

Trinidad, Tajekistan, El Salvador, Kosovo, North Korea, East Timor

looking up there is only one sky.


Papers, books, magazines, TV, radio, information ages

who can remember what was said

the paper burns, the words fly away.


Pop stars, fat politicians, scruffy generals, Elvis, Ali

Einstein, Churchill, Mickey Mouse, Hitler, Ghandi, Stalin

billions of others but I forget their names.


A lot of noise, less space unless up in space

floods, famines, the fixing up

accumulation, credit, yo-yos and hula hoops

every man will one day stoop.


The 20th century ends not with this bang but a sob

nobody there to throw in the towel or hand a kleenex

only the morning after and us all carrying on.


– Dec. 31st, 1999, Varadero, Cuba

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The Glass Eater

February 28th, 2013 — 7:44pm

He eats glass

Like others breakfast

Slow and deliberate

As if planning his day.


This he will always

Be known as;

“The Glass Eater”.


Not a father, Kiwanisan, a christian

Not a window man at Noble Autobody and Collision

Not the man who chose Brett Hull in the hockey pool

Not as a person who once pulled a man out of the Potomac

Not even as a kind man,

But always as “The Glass Eater”…………….


So long as they keep buying the beer.

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Writing Poetry Blues

February 26th, 2013 — 4:57pm

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What I Learned From The Chinese Poets

February 26th, 2013 — 4:41pm

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February 23rd, 2013 — 4:17pm

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All That I Love

February 23rd, 2013 — 3:45pm

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Park Bench Sunrise

February 19th, 2013 — 12:28pm

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