Thursday, December 22, 2011

Silver and Gold

wire hangers
wrap bright silver and gold
toboggan down pine needle green

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

When ALL we can do is WRITE

“Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.”  Charles Bukowski

Sometimes I wake
with a song in my heart
prompted by a hearty summons of nature
toot tooting down the hall
pontificating its departure
to the porcelain god
like the conductor on an express train.

Disturbed soon thereafter
by mindfulness and that first cup of JOE

by a rich heaping tablespoon
of medicine from the media
a slow and steady demoralization
similar to  being assimilated by the BORG.

And later
upon reflection
I concede,
as cattle
quickly lulled and
herded by the steady
Yippie yi yo kayah
being led to slaughter
tunneling reality
transfixed by nothing at all.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Yellow Tea Rose

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Black and White

You cannot depend on your eyes
when your imagination is out of focus~ Mark Twain

Black and White

White is the shade
you pull down
on your eyes
when I get boring
as you shut your mind to the monotony and the drone
of my noise.
AND Black is
a buzzing fly
that has landed on your nose right after

he shat
on top of a giant pile of
dog shit.

is the smear
of that sticky fly
with robo eyes
that’s got your number
and won’t die.

The dark brown stain
that’s infected your brain
that you can’t train
or refrain
from keeping in the

A hot spark
lights the bench in the park
that the man in the long black Rolls
once sat on
that you ignored
floating high on your kite
of white
with black and brown lines
that you drew and wouldn’t cross over,
the same man
who could’ve taken you outta all this black and white and shitty brown.

Remember him
reading the paper on a bench in the park

Offering you
some grey poupon
for your shitty
blackened brown dog
pillowed in white?

Apollo - Watching the House

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Bread Pudding

made from soft bread
chewy raisin background
dark caramel sauce dribbles down
my chin.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Wrapping up the Year with a Corny Poem

I need a treetop ornament
an angel
a star
something decorative
to wrap the bald top of the tree
and tacky, plastic or fake won't do.
I need a special combination
a mixer
to swirl my feelings
so they don’t disperse unnoticed.

This Christmas
I am wrapping up my wishes
sizing up my resolutions
placing a tall order for
continued health,
and a truckload of happiness
mixed with a heaping man shovel of joy
because it isn’t about shopping at the mall
exchanging cards or how original your gift is
It is about the time
we cement
crafting our relationships
eating, talking, crying and giggling
because the best gifts
we give and receive  freely
without any wasted gravel or sand.
And the water is slowly added
to make sure good it is of good consistency
and then it is
packed down and smoothed
packed down and smoothed
packed down and smoothed
because it takes a lifetime to
to get  to the stage where
they will love you
no matter what you do.
so keep the cement turning
and don't let it dry out.
It's worth it!
And one day you will be able to look back
and admire the foundation. The foundation
of a life built through effort and self-discipline
from blood, sweat, and tears
and years of mixing, packing,
and smoothing over,
carefully erasing the cracks
erasing the faults
erasing the pain
of stiff joints
aching backs
and loss,
strong unions
built on the promises
of honest caring,
and love.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Santa's Sandwich

Santa's Sandwich

Santa's sandwich
got eaten
by Sally, a very large mouse
with glasses
who absolutely loves
Salami and Swiss.
Her favorite is liverwurst
with tomato and onion
but mice have to eat what they can get
so today it is Salami and Swiss
on a toasted bagel with mayo
and sliced in half for her little mouse
size mouth which never shuts up anymore
according to her spouse
and like it’s TRUE—
Sally could go on and on and on
but she won’t
`cause she needs to finish her sandwich
and Miss Manners says it’s not polite to talk with a full mouthed mouse –which has Santa’s sandwich half eaten in her mouth. And Morris, the house cat is sleeping right now and she doesn’t want to wake him up `because he is such a grouch when someone wakes him …especially when he’s in the middle of a really good mouse dream. So Sally is chewing really QUIETly - shh!!
Miss Manners also says to finish the WHOLE sandwich or Sally is going to wind up on Santa’s naughty list… because it is not good to be wasteful, since people are hungry and would be ever so thankful for even one tiny morsel of that sandwich, so Sally better finish it all… and to chew it one hundred times or she is going to get one elephant sized stomach ache for eating Santa’s sandwich too fast…AND SALLY wants to wish you all a MERRY CHRISTMAS because mice don’t have to worry about being politically correct or any other human hang-ups—


Sally is so full of salami that she needs to go take a nap now—but first she’s going to leave a note for the big guy –

I got Tired of Waiting and I’m real Sorry, but I ATE your Sandwich— I hope you don’t hold that against me. Because I was really looking forward to getting a fresh block of CHEESE for the winter and not for nothing, but you would be a lot healthier if you dropped a few lbs. OH - And I almost forgot, DON’T WAKE MORRIS!!
Morris’s prey-mate,

Tuesday, December 13, 2011


strong racy hot
warms my chilled fingertips
sharpens my mind, energizing

Monday, December 12, 2011

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Peace and Joy

Tonight I share with you my peace.
It rises early
before the birds
or the roosters crow.

My peace is black
twinkling with the joy
of a million stars
with chirping crickets
who hum as
coffee steams
 from my midnight blue mug, upon which
stars also glisten, near and far.

And I savor the silence
of the night
the pine fresh fragrance
of a noble fir
dripping lavish needles
and shining like a child
in brand new outfit
whispering her secrets to Mom
and waiting in line for Santa
for the magic, still to come.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Someone I Once Knew

Someone I once knew

had designer dresses
the latest fishnet stockings
got her first training bra
long before she needed one
went out with the captain of the football team
married him became a loving wife
had two kids
one boy
one girl
the boy married his high school sweetheart
the girl went to college
is earning a degree in fine arts.
Mom passed away recently from 
bone cancer
she was with her
when she passed.
She believes in GOD
because HE has been so good to her
given her everything
taken away nothing

She lives in my dream world.
in a castle in Spain
her husband
is a Prince
she is his Queen
their children
want for nothing
she lost her slipper
one night
when everyone was vacationing
in the south of France

she should have stayed home
but instead she 

played hide and seek
with a young baron from the 
northern region
he tricked her into giving him the combination
to her heart
Now--she has a secret
and time is running out
She has to think quick
should she change the locks to the castle
or buy a remote island in the South Pacific
to retreat to when things get sticky
to hide from the paparazzi
who have nothing better to do than report
the latest royal scandal to the highest
paying tabloids and cheers to the lucky
guy or gal because there will be a raise in it for you
if that story comes with a close-up
And don't forget to get her good side?

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Best Laid Plans

My dream for you today is that…
peace is the result of your thoughts and feelings.  You are the source of joyous action. ~ Unknown

Best Laid Plans

Hello, I am calling to confirm
that there is going to be a slam tonight?
The name is under Shithead
that’s right, S- H- I-T- H- E- A- D
I’m planning to perform tonight.
I’ve invited ALL MY FRIENDS.
Three of which are accomplished poets and authors
including me that comes to about-- eight people
Yes, I’ll wait.

You say the place is closed?
Locked up tighter than a virgin
at the Playboy mansion?
Didn’t I get the memo?
NO--was there a memo?
Okay then
I guess I’m canceling
yeah-- that makes nine of us.
No-don’t bother
putting me on your phantom poet email list.
I’ve decided to hang up my fedora.
I’m starting
a new vocation.
That’s right!
From now on
I’ll be taking my opinions
and videoing them
on You-tube.
Then I’m going to sign up for belly dancing
with Willow Chang.
Look for me in next month’s Zen-dance video
it’ll be shown at the Arts at Mark’s garage
in Chinatown. What’s that?

Of course, I’m not serious.

I’m heading over right now
to get a $10.00 Reading
at the Louis Pohl Art Gallery
pick up a dream card and
some pointers on achieving inner peace
educate my assumptions
reassess my choices and then
I’ll fold them gently
put them in a pan
stick them into the oven
and then bake them into a humble pie. 
Further safeguarding my sisters’ fundamental rights,
promoting self-tolerance through dialogue
thereby eliminating foot in mouth discrimination,
while respecting our cultural diversity
and freedom of religion and expression
encouraging the protection of our good nature and Zen environment.

But I’ll be back
the first Friday after the next First Thursday
where my friends and I
are going to kick some bitchin ASS.

Peace and shalom—my sisters!

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