Dreams
Freud was a coke
addict and a nicotine
fiend I had a dream last
night of Heather
forty years ago she
lied about having cancer. Lots
of crazy dreams
these days
dead relatives my father makes
appearances
Was there ever a normal dream?
But what would Sigmund say?
(May 2021)
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Fugacious
You know a Muse can be fugacious
run into them every so often
nothing more or less
even to the point of forgetting them
And I have written about them before
You never remember some
others nonpareil
and there's never knowing which will be which
(March 2021)
The wind is blowing autumnal, a tree in the distance green and gold
the color of my favorite football team who just won last night.
I'm sitting in one of those famous bookstores that begin with the letter B.
No, not that one the other one.
I wish I were in New England where the leaves turn early
and it seems we'll have an early autumn here, but you never know.
Solitude and lonely swallow beautiful in the fall.
c. 2000?
For Ashley
The best four hours, thirty three minutes and
thirty three seconds
No hyperbole involved
although the chandelier morphed into
dancing skeletons
0 to 85 ain't bad just don't
hit a table but it looked like a chair
It is the smile that will get you hooked like a wino
outside the liquor store at 9AM
Looking for the only late night eatery
after midnight
How can bare knuckled truth be this fun?
The nineteen eighties came gushing forth like an oil
well
but wistful for another two hundred and seventy three minutes
I need a new muse just like an alcoholic needs booze
and Hitler needed the Jews
I need a new muse just like B.B. King needed the blues
and a garbage man needs refuse
I need a new muse just like a detective
needs new clues and a church needs pews
and a club needs members who will pay their dues
and if I get the muse I will drink some booze
with some Jews and sing the blues
knock over a garbage can and spill refuse as the detective
will gather up all the clues
walk into a church and sit in the pews
throw a dollar in the offering plate and pay my dues
It was supposed to be about John Cage but right off the bat it was a mispronounced
waitress call me Angie and mongoloidal sperm incontinence
appetizer sure
various and sundry photographs no dessert
coffee for me
the pleasure of pain
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You should never get married she said--just have a girlfriend
just fishing cause she took a course in Psychology.
Or don't get divorced. Telling me of other dates and men
still texting her. Connecting dots. I wanted to leave the second
we met because people never look like their pictures especially
when it's only their torsos, but I stayed knowing we never would see
each other but she thinks it's only her I'm sure who wants no more
of it
Waiting On The Deluge
The wind is tropical how odd for the 1st day of October
And I'm waiting for the deluge just wishing it was over and
I may be leaving soon never coming back again and It'll be
when the leaves have fallen scattered in the wind
I'm waiting in the darkness and doubt is staying over oh I'm
waiting for the deluge in the wee hours of October and I
wish I were a young man but I know those days are over
and I'm sitting in the dark just waiting for the thunder and
I'm hoping that the deluge won't drag or pull me under and
I'm waiting for the deluge just knowing that it's over
c.2010
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Leaving November
and the darkness like an endless tunnel
wishing for the light entering
approaching ennui
trying to stay awake
losing that battle
the trees have given up
defenses gone as I need a reason to
make sense of it all
c.2010
