Poems

She thought telling me once

was enough. I love you is

a hard thing to say but the law

requires it. Penalties can be

severe, if anyone cares.

We’ll take a poll and find out!

But hello is hard too, when I've

slept badly, wrestling with babies

who are dextrous and devilish.

They must have come right out of

church, those pious bastards.

Way too cynical for me, and yet

dedicated. So, if she ever

tells me she loves me again,

then I’ll believe her.

~~~~~~~~~~

Twisting straight enough to

throw a baseball into your mitt.

Made of leather, made of grit and

softened with sweat over the years.

You must try it! To know, you

have to try it yourself,

stand up there and twist.

Chubby Checker was a pop star

rivaling Beethoven for a NY minute.

But Beethoven

plays catcher,

calls the shots,

dreams big.

You pitch one

at a time.

~~~~~~~~~~~

     Submit to the barber

look good when you go in there

or they won’t give you a good one.

You can’t be serious

you’re coming from hell

on a pogostick

down a yellow brick road

looking for red shoes.

     Nullified by uglies.

          The worker knows all

     but can’t find the right words.

Homeless now orange road

red hot coals

ashes in her heart

my heart

without words.

You’re heart-less

without words.

I like it shaggy

I say sheepishly.

Cut cut snip snip sweep sweep

pay pay ...

     He drifts and bumps into

large objects, walks silently

out into the street.