Sunday, November 13, 2011


is a frozen beef pie
you munch your way
through endless brown gravy sameness
hoping never to receive
an unpleasant surprise

circa 1971

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Oh, one more thing….

Subterfuge, deception
never tell the truth whole
Artful manipulation
leading to control
White wool covers eyes
Mastery the goal
of the web of little lies
What price to the soul?


Friday, July 15, 2011


Gray stones stand sentinel in ordered row
words carved in sharp relief, or by time worn
old missives by these primal rocks are borne
enduring rank on rank for us to know.
Stone messages arranged so long ago
from earth’s hot heart these granite tomes were torn
cold words that in the heat of passion were born
tarry for us in a mute tableau.

Phrase arranged in rigid form remains,
where passing time has passion’s context shorn,
pale specters of the furor gone before.
Mute testimony to eternal chains
mortality a fate we cannot scorn
restraining every heart’s attempt to soar.


Saturday, July 9, 2011

On the Road

Earthworms on the pavement
Crawling, inching, dragging
In long straight lines
Towards a destination they cannot know
Is just the same as the one they've left
Dreaming of cool soft comfort
Oblivious to dangers winging above
As time's heated passage exsiccates their lives
How many will be quick enough
To reach earthworm Nirvanna?
While countless others remain
Mute and mummified testimony
To desiccated dreams

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Dixon Number Two Blues

I broke my pencil
So sad, but true
I broke my pencil
Though it was new
So now, sans pencil
I bid adieu
To homework

Emily and Dad, 10/18/05

Monday, July 4, 2011


few       are
left,        to         all
appearances intact and  in
truth    the    better    for       this
betrayal.   It    will    draw    us     together.

Summer ‘04

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Delete the schema

Delete the schema

Tell me, shall we shed a tear
for departed colleagues dear
or not so near to our heart?
Let us wave as they depart,
we continue to our fate,
in the end they did not rate.


Thursday, June 30, 2011

Describe the Pain

No stab, no piercing stiletto flash
Impaled me while I slept
Nor consuming fire, burning,
Charring nerves and hopes
Not a throbbing, pulsing, pounding
Synchronized with heartbeats
No elephant crush or vice-like
Squeezing away of breath
But an all consuming, ineffable
And unrelenting endless moment
At the core of being.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Where are the bards?

Upon a time, when history began,
The record of our people’s joy and strife
Was fashioned by the talents of a man
Who wove a lyric tapestry of life.
He stood up proudly in an era rife
With hardship, sculpted history from deed,
Wielded our tribal customs as a knife,
To carve conventions each of us must heed.
What maker stands to sing our heroes now?
How have our poets let it come to pass
That their sacred obligation became
Greed for recognition so low and crass
That lyrics and lies are to them the same?
Listening to the self styled avant-garde
I wonder:  What has become of the bard?


Tuesday, June 28, 2011

5:53 Express


Two slender ribbons wend and wind their ties
from hill and day to day and dale.  They twine
a twisted path to tumbling skies;
they bind me like a parasitic vine.

These steely bands that bound my path, these rails,
this coiled pair of bonds constrains my course.
Clockwork predictability prevails:
no change,  no varied sequence, can I force.

The mythos and the wisdom that endures
insists this wintry fate is my resolve.
The certainty that prophecy obscures:
no matter how a fortune will evolve,

in helical predestination lives
all of the possibilities life gives.


Monday, June 27, 2011

Colgate Pier

A cold silver waterway
Swiftly flowing
Reflects a gap toothed skyline
That will not float away
A frigid breeze
Picks at the comfort
Of ferry commuters
Who have missed the boat


Sunday, June 26, 2011


Everywhere I travel
I am accompanied
By many companions.
Most are long familiar
And a few are new, though
Easily remembered.
They keep close company
In times of solitude
Old friends speaking of
Times past, and new faces
That remind of more
Recent occurrences.
Like family, they help
Me to be well grounded
Ensuring that the sin
Of pride does not become
Another of my
Many accomplishments.
Once I believed that I
Was good at decision
Making, but I know now
That while I may be quick
Being decisive is
Not quite the same as good.