Ponderable polemics, poetic

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Relationships

  • Troikas, IV

    Burning, bitter, soulfully sweet; my first taste of whiskey my first sip of you * * * My father; blue-collar guy who aspired to more, never quite made it. Don Quixote with bowling ball lance * * * Overdrawn again from the bank of good fortune. Let all those checks bounce. Read more

  • Perched. Quietly.

    Perched. Lurking. A homecoming overture to dance snidely rebuffed former friends wronged, promises not kept, purposely broken someone left behind Threats made in anger bitterness and betrayal; jealousy, envy Sitting, watching. Stoic yet tenuous, sinister yet benign, stone cold and weathering watching, waiting…for…? They are all here gargoyles on my soul Read more

  • So, I call…

    Her night-sultry voice achieves what a closet of negligees cannot Read more

  • “…yon window breaks”

    Light tumbles from her window staining the grass below; elongated rectangle of bright green in the night a trap-door of illumination I want to step on, fall through, down; down into the dusty cellar where she waits by that light. Read more

  • Semantics

    I said goodbye to my share of women. Some I loved some of whom loved me. once in a while it was mutual. some of them I left with regrets, sometimes I took them with me because they seemed portable . I have left things unsaid desires unmet plans incomplete; left with my head held Read more

  • Misplaced

    Things put behind you deliberately differ from the things you leave behind and that are never claimed at life’s hat-check what happens, happens whats done, done over and out see you later where the hell did you disappear to? Read more

  • Harvest

    Separating the wheat of bittersweet remembrance from the chaff that was us reaping now what was sown then in blissfully ignorant soil Read more

  • Love is like peanut butter some prefer it smooth, glides easily along the bread others like it chunky, rough, more substance, texture, nothing comes easy, tears the bread up from time to time Read more

  • D-M-V (Love is… #30)

    Love is a driver’s license photo You know who the person in the picture is – sort of, maybe you think it is you – your glazed eye, mug-shot provenance makes even you double-check triple-check yourself in the mirror the morning after facial expression defying logical description; contorted hybrid of happiness and electrocution-by-chair It was Read more

  • General admonition

    Reserved seating this is not first-come, first-served you cannot get a ticket from a scalper only from my personal box office not ‘second-run’ house my heart is the first-run feature now playing only the latest and best Sit back, relax. Enjoy the show. And please keep your dirty feet off of the seats in front Read more