someone left a shoe in the middle of the road
a single black shoe on the blacktop in the rain
a trailer park, med office, gas station, veterinary clinic
provide the boundaries of this wet intersection
a specific shoe, color, left or right, size, brand
an amorphous detail of who, when why, how
we see each other in superficial terms
often devoid of any human details
the rain washes away the clues
the light turns green
then we drive away
This scatter of rains
these outpourings of smell
a dash of the human touch
like that much,
the sidewalks are lousy
crammed with people
busy but drowsy
umbrellas sky high
walking back home
tiredness on the steep
these hills on a heap
this scatter of rains
the smatter of night.
Floss your mind with these flossy lines.
Relax, give it a good flossing. Floss the
pre-frontal cortex, home to your best
thoughts and plans. Then briskly do
your hippocampus, to keep your
memories fresh. Dementia is a terrible
thing. Don’t forget to get the dark
corners where the id takes refuge.
Floss away the repression or risk chronic
depression. Floss away! Floss away!
Floss away daily!
Iridiscent
light in loop
colours are cars
monkey driver snarls
it’s another hold up
as policemen once
again are whistle blowers.
Watermelon is summer
Clarity of sweetness
A divine window of optimism
The pox upon the skin gave way
to cancer within.
The stomach growling for bread
craves the super-sized.
People once stuck in villages
fly away into filthy skies,
over landscapes of trash,
looking for Paradise.
Lately when I should be sleeping
I’m up and writing poems
Esoteric thoughts bleed through
While the owls are cruising main street
I’m not saying much these days
Letting the pundits spew their vitriol
Standing on the sidelines has merits
You don’t get hit with a pie meant for them
Living in NYC
Is like having a target on my chest
Terrorists want this prize
I just want a night’s sleep, dream free
Watch me
push my way
to the top.
I’ll reach for the sky,
all green and happy
sun on my skin.
Those are the words that come to mind
I need you close, but not too close
Seducing you with my thoughts
Taking liberties with your heart
Sometimes you get into that in between time
Surveying the landscape
Hovering above the fog
I mean you no harm
To the contrary
It’s love darling
Plain but not simple
Do you want the last of the french fries?
I know, they’re bad for us
Resisting was never my thing
Denial though, well you know where I stand on that…
the East wind blows
catching a snow storm
holding childhood dreams
—–
mayfly
in the autumn dusk
on a tsunami wave
—–
Father’s Day
getting to choose
the reflection for himself
—–
traffic lights
looking both ways
on the road of life
—–
winter sunrise
a trail of thoughts
down memory lane
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