A verse from the title poem in the collection, Reminiscences of My Dead-end Street The con men are holding a permanent convention here,Professing the sky to be falling, to instill happiness and fear.And the joker […]
From REMINISCENCES OF MY DEAD-END STREET Joined at the hips, but not at the brainsAll blood spills, and flows from the strainsThe suits walk in, compassion walks outWhy’d you have to go and make me […]
From On Driftwood and Oblivion Jaguar spotted trailsLinger, unnoticedBy man’s wastelandDisturbed machines Beyond cheese thereStands the finer artsBut actress BeteDoesn’t live here anymore That’s a big damn wallWater, hold me backCharred and tetheredTake one from […]
A rosebud on my mindThe empty snow globe quakesMe back to future’s pastWhere the core of thought shakesThe bloodied red tide looseFrom the ocean that achesFor a cleansing of poresAnd the purging of snakes … […]
Stonewall – For Yvonne Guess the morals squad weren’t paidHere comes Smythe and PineThey said they’re taking the placeRitter broke the line. Their raid was in vainThey thought we’d go quietlyNo! Never again!
Yes, Jerry Garcia, I know, I knowBut you must admitIt’s a good lineOne that bears repeating and re-use Maybe it’s just in the twilightThat one understandsThat there’s no last gleamingThat was gone long ago It […]
A poem from On Driftwood and Oblivion Children’s smiles spread to the menWho presented joyAfter a long nightmare’s sleepTo the girls and boys. Tanks, raged as a floodAcross the snow-covered fieldsNow stained with their blood. […]