Friday, September 09, 2016

BUS RIDE



The chickens sat next to her on the bus.
There were three hens and one rooster.
I asked if the rooster was going
after the hens.
I was looking out the bus window when
she said
“They keep pecking, crowing, and shitting.”
I laughed and felt sorry for chickens.
It was no use talking about them anymore.
Then I remembered some chickens
were underneath the skirt of a woman---
Something was bulging underneath---
then she lifted her skirt up and sure as
shooting there were

chickens!

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Haiku written while reading The Angels and Us by Mortimer J. Adler...and thank you Shakespeare and Pascal





How like an angel!
Paragon of animals!
Quintessence of dust! 

The pride and refuse;
A sink of uncertainty
Of the universe!



Thursday, June 09, 2016

There was a young man who fell into a hole in Kabul

There was a young man who fell into a hole in Kabul,
And he was mighty fearful that this hole would him gobble,
But he jumped out before he did descend into the darkness and the end.
He didn't wish to die like this, and so his strong legs were a sweet godsend

For this young man who fell into a hole in Kabul.

Saturday, April 02, 2016

While Reading THE GREAT ENIGMA by TOMAS TRANSTROMER




In day's first hours consciousness can grasp the world
as the hand grips a sun-warmed stone.
Tomas Transtromer


I'm alive
I'm awake
Like a lucid lake

In a deep sleep.

Monday, March 14, 2016

THERE WAS A GAL FROM SHANGHAI



There was a gal from Shanghai
With a smooth, seductive thigh.
When she ambled down the street
Men fell down and kissed her feet---
this gal from Shanghai
Who loathed the sight or taste of 
pi.


Wednesday, December 16, 2015

My first poem to you




My first poem to you
Is about tossing and turning
Forever wanting your body holding my body. 

Tonight is morning and I cannot sleep.
Your mind is in my mind.
Do you feel the swelling of my tears in eyes
That want to be with your eyes?
And I toss and turn.
I want you to hold me to hold you,
To smother you (but gently) with my love and
Kisses and start over again. 


I wish I were always within your arms.
Maybe we can become turtles.
Do turtles have to go to work?
We would just be with each other
All the time living in our shells
But in love
Loving each other slowly, intensely.
Now. 

Sunday, December 13, 2015

ONE SEES EACH DAY TO EACH DECADE

One sees each day

To each decade 

Centuries fade

Skeletons

And car heaps.

One sees each day 

To each decade 

Sorrow linger 

Long after guns 

And cannons rust 

Blood and human 

dust. 



In the next pinpoint

Of time we enjoy 

Let us remain 

Where moss is green 

Tiny roots 

Of flowers 

Without fear 

And torment.