Girl I Met on Vacation
How her eyes pierced and danced like
Hold me in the soft night.
Her father looking on
leaning against a palm.
She’d gone to William and Mary
that perfect college
of classic 17th century American
Immaculate track; facilities all reminiscent
of presidential upward thrust —
and all that must be beautiful, immediate
she studies at Harvard for her PhD.
“Perhaps I’ll work in a company, or teach
for a while. I’m not sure,” she
says to me.
I chat chattily and politely daring
her eyes drawing nearer and closer
to my very soul in the night —
those dark Victorian eyes —
She might as well have been Emily
Yet she had a plan
A set logic in motion
a happy formative education.
Her father, of course, was
a physics professor at
The different paths we are on and
At least I got to play
Bottom the Weaver in a local
theater rendition of A Midsummer
Of course, she was familiar with
I had been the unsuspecting star
of that show if I do say so
Our table was ready and I wished
her and her family a good rest
of their vacation and I, with a
quick crunch of rocks, left the so-called
waiting area, to join my family of lively
wits in the restaurant.
— Key Largo, Florida
The World Spins
The world needs its share
of idiots to keep the shitstorm
And it needs its poets;
to keep the heavens
Grand Old Party
A fiscal nightmare was the bill
All say repeal, repeal,
Make another move, cowboy,
And I’ll turn your face into abstract
Said the outlaw in my own heart
Whenever some republican fuck
Tries to take away my right to survive
The best person to prescribe the human
Condition is after all a doctor
Go fuck yourself. And feel the Jive.
There you go nobody
a glimmer in and out
a foot full of hopelessness ~
nose bent at the spout.
Lie on your bed, tummy
fattening with dinner and breathe.
You’re behind the scenes
~ Dreams all a mess.
Forget your bald head
and your fading eyesight.
Forget your youth now
and what Freudian plight. (!)
You’re a nobody. Just sketching away.
Relieving the panic of yet another day
To the world your value is this:
For only on your back does the wide world spin;
Thanks nobody —
Somebody’s gettin’ old,