Feb29

Goodbye, dear friend. Take care out there. The road is wild and bandits roam. The path is long, so please beware, Along the streets that lead to Rome. Please take some time to rest awhile And eat good bread and sweet red wine. Protect yourself from foes hostile With sharpened sword and faith divine. And…

Feb28

I applied a filter To “The Great American Songbook”. Each note was sieved into a bucket. The thickest were discarded. Only the thin and nimble can prevail. I rolled the remains around in the pail And poured out the accompanying lyrics. Rolling them flat, I then kneaded them And left them to rise. To my…

Feb27

The orange peel fixed in the sky Could be burning. It could be lava vomiting from A new volcano. It could be shepherd heroin, They watch over it, rather than Their wolf-bothered flock. It could be vitamins Crushed and sprinkled. It could be watercolour Spilt across evening. It could be butternut squash Smartly roasting in…

Feb26

I’ll prove to you, man in black, The clouds above are black as sack; Black as night, black as hell; Black as earthy coal, as well; Black as all the suits you own; Black as Satan’s crooked throne; Black as swans from distant lands; Black as murder’s guilty hands; Black as fear, recoiled from all;…

Feb25 🥞

I broke an egg I smashed the yolk I broke my leg I told a joke I went to France I played guitar I took a chance I heard sitar In God we trust An open lie We watch it rust And see it die Today in Shrove Tuesday. Sir Christopher Wren, English architect, died…

Feb24

the Winter is ending and Spring is ringing like a struck bell vibrating into tomorrow the hollow sound of days edge together into March that collection made a mockery of April fools clowning holidays are wringing wet from the drizzle they leave a trail of wet footsteps all the way to the end of May….

Feb23

Ode to Burning On fire, in fire, against the burning night We saw the angry orange glow of flames That ate to sticks a spire’s tumbled height Then rumbled down to ruined jumbled frames Of vaulted tower crumbled into sparks Then heard the cries of desperate, fleeing larks. And rain, the rain, that came and…

Feb22

The Ladder On the ladder we stand. Ascending to somewhere, Descending to nowhere, Depending upon our role. We play our parts. Andy Warhol slapped down serigraphic scenes: A clock, ticking down our glory. “Everyone will be world-famous for fifteen minutes.” His parable is posthumous pop-art prestige. His part was his masterpiece. Any man, traipsing up…

Feb21

Sonnet V The Phoenix Burn on, burn on! Legendary bird of flame! Reborn again from the dust of your death To rise above the fire of lust and shame And here, return in flesh with fresh, clear breath, Shimmering wings spread wide in youthful glow And those bright, twinkling adolescent eyes. The pride of fledgling…

Feb20

Venture deep into each promised day And live each one as if it were your last. Don’t let those precious moments slip away. Be like the child in constant learning play And feel the way between sensations vast. Venture deep into each promised day. Be like the youth and not let risk outweigh Ending each…