I saw you coming Years ago Did you see me When I closed my eyes I closed my eyes To everything but you For a millisecond Did you hear me Talking to you From the rocky edges of an island Over the surf Did you hear me Calling out in the meadow Where the …
A special moment from 2016 revisited:
Greetings from Vermont on the eve of our Primary
We are revisiting a poem I wrote in 2016 that was inspired by the sparrow showing up at Bernie’s rally in Portland OR titled ‘One Day in the Asylum’ But first I want to say something about poetic truth and reality. As I get older I tend to experience the world as increasingly soulful. But …
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Homeless
The wind booms in the trees The wind makes the trees on the ridge roar Some say this is a desperate time Some day I will rely upon the help of strangers Someday I will forget why I write Please don’t let that happen until I am ready The wind is bitter cold today What …
Escaping
You are always saying You can’t stand it any more People look askance There he goes again He always goes off on that When he misses his medication Peering down the hall Shhh they’re coming Others have gotten out We’ll be like them Shhh There are ghosts in the mountains you know Informants in the …
Another poem about
Not Florida so much Not pure white birds that hunt like dinosaurs Not lizards crossing the sidewalk in colors that remind me of the psychedelic sixties Not palm trees sedately waiting for the next hurricane Not boats as big as the house my uncle lived in in Fort Lauderdale in the 60s or I mean …
New poem:
This teapot
This teapot That I just bought Is not necessarily safe. This ceramic pot Made in China With a three year warranty Against flaws in manufacture Is not as innocent as it appears. It might leach metals. I was going to return it But that was last night. This morning I Opened the box Removed it …
Kenny
I once worked for a bigoted narcissist. His name was Kenny. He worked out of a cavernous warehouse On the east side of Baltimore. I was a subcontractor. Life was hard. I couldn’t pick and choose Who I worked for, But with Kenny Many is the time I almost drew the line Out of a …
New TCBH! poem:
Woodland camo in space
leave this alone the Space Force is America’s final last ditch macho-nationalistic-bi-polar- obsessive-compulsive-masturbatory adolescent-neo-nazi-extravaganza after the kickoff and the playoff after the last truck commercial after the hard-sell and the hardball the holographic performers scintillating uberstrange powers of beauty and charisma to manufacture waves of awe zing back into the projectors and the stage folds …
My little orphaned bat-cry
I’ll keep this interruption brief as if it were just a test of the Emergency Broadcast System That we might turn down low interrupting our regular program because my cry of anguish That woke me last night was nothing in the scheme of things because my shoes were laid out By my bed waiting for …
When the power of love overcomes the love of power (Hendrix)
We will unsubscribe to hate Change our password and pray for the dead All the dead Ooooh oooooh oooooh Pink Floyd: Mother should have run for president This isn’t just upsetting What’s been happening is a waste of time All I want right now is a pine-scented candle That is really all I want I’ll …
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