“He had been fired from that job because he had broken into the sacramental wine and rung the bells all night long.” — Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn
Category Archives: Poems
Incantation of Two
I love that you do what you do
With holy rolling thunder.
And so from out the books to bring
A holy new high plunder.
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Ok, I Will Hunt With You
Forgetful houndstooth
And nary a sweater
For walking the whippoorwills
In this kind of weather.
Brigadoon, Redux
Take the measure of your day,
What do you see?
Accomplishments scamper,
no bigger than fleas
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Flu Shot
I think it’s time
On Old Lorca’s dime
To bend ample willow and waist.
Go get your flu shot.
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Why Can’t I be a Bureaucrat?
There are a lot of things I love in life: coffee, croissants and a real newspaper in the morning; slipping between the closing doors of a departing subway train; Annie Hall. But few things top the feeling of publishing a new poem.
The Female is the Safer Sex
The female is the safer sex,
Flips through the month’s wet flowers.
And when at last herself to bring
The microscopic hours
