You
you appeared
in one more dream
last night . . .
just about the same time
i thought
you were gone . . .
2004
Diving deep . . . .
Stare deeply into the spiral . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
don't take
take my forlunkin
my brodingahs too
take my yogadro
and my dear doodle doo
take my zingarros
my best frananuiles
take my brosidgeridge
and all of her guiles
don't take my chee chee
or my iggie mon dieus
don't take my moolah
and forget-me-not blues
don't take my whazis
or my box full of zlot
don't take my hunny
she's all that i've got
take my dor fleezits
my bulgrackis graff
don't take my hunny
she's my other half
2012
street life boulevard
out on the boulevard
its just another street
pedestrians are actors
in the poets blind retreat
some will try to listen
or see the overview
but its just the uncut version
of a scene thats playing through
out on the boulevard
the heavy life goes on
people playing simple roles
until their moneys gone
never knowing day to day
how long the gig will last
sometimes never caring
since they live inside the past
out on the boulevard
musicians tune their hearts
knowing that the song they play
might soon go off the charts
the meaning of the playwright
was lost upon the cast
and the audience was unaware
whose laugh was uttered last
2003
