Saturday, August 20, 2016


Locked in
Hate it
The pain is
Suffer suffer suffer
Everything feels bad
Want nothing everything something
Need same
Pulling pushing pain
Throbbing dull ache of sorrow
It’s all bad
Very sad
I’m not glad
Stare at keyboard
I think it hates me
I think
I think maybe I deserve hatred
Want out
Want to escape to where happiness reigns
Want wanting wanted
Just awful
Shake it off

Monday, August 15, 2016


the dying self
the shelf
the constant pain
the drain
the tortured soul
the mole
the dreaded day
the way
the bleak mind
the grind
the end of joy
the toy
the lonely sigh
the cry

Friday, August 5, 2016

One More Chance

Dawn of a thousand crazy lights
Weekends full of blessed lazy nights
The rasping sound of my brain at work
The glittering madness of the tasks I shirk
All it is now it always was
And when I saw it I knew it twas
Gleaming, preening, leering and cold
Getting off on thoughts so bold
I cry the same song
Live the same wrong
I tuck in the police of my mind
And to the periwinkle I am kind
There goes and blows and toes
I like it this way goodness knows
I cannot eat the dreams of yore
But into my lustful meditation insanity I pour
It is the golden age of all the rage
And I’m yet ready to turn the page
The do’s and don’ts and can’ts just swell
And I tell the evil donut masters to go to hell
These are the days of the angel dance
Please oh Mother Nature give me one more chance

Monday, May 30, 2016

Righteous Remembering Spiritual Love Awakenings: My Memorial Day Poem

The fire burned the whole house down and all we could do was dance
Because the music
Still there
Raging ashes and living dreams swirled in the November night
Dry leaves beckoned and soon we were engulfed too
Higher we rose
Twirling, whirling and gyrating to the distant guitar solos and echoes of drumming past
What a night for visions and radiant lighted home runs of ecstasy
The past was coming up and we were leaving the future behind us to live in the permanent twilight of green days and purple nights
How the dogs barked and the pot stirred and how we settled so happily into the couches of our dreams
The TV told us lies and Vietnam was a conflagration but there in the LBJ waltz and Nixon promenade we beckoned for hope amid marijuana smoking LSD dropping riffing laughter and tie dye tuxedoes

But that was another time

You see

We’ve come a long way since then
Mostly backwards
We’ve been trampled by the Reagan Bush Palin McCain Ford Romney Trump Thurmond Wallace Maddox — destitute minds — Santorum Rove Norquist O’Reilly Coulter Hannity — hate brigade — La Pierre Brewer Kristol Quayle Gingrich Arapio Huckabee Fiorina mishhh mashhh of red bating commie killing homo bashing racist xenophobic pinheaded obscenities
But we get up and spit and fight back and are righteous remembering spiritual love awakenings and the dancing dawns and Puff the Magic Dragon
Legacies of love keep us strong and nourished as we live long lives of splendor


White House lovin’ 9/11 remembering politically careful sandal wearing white wine drinking organic chicken eating bicycle riding NBA playoff watching twitter reading pilates practicing PTA joining child raising sprained ankle suffering garden growing middle class commuters nod and smile and sputter inanities and remind you to recycle but don’t read Nietzsche anymore

White house hatin’ 9/11 revenging politically reckless cowboy hat wearing Coors drinking brisket eating truck driving Nascar watching Fox News believers deer hunting NRA joining child raising heart tremor suffering fish catching middle class commuters nod and smile and sputter inanities and remind you to carry a gun but never heard of Nietzsche noway

This is the US and they are the: the
All of them
Collectively and together as one as a whole in total and en masse
Por favor

Hey everybody have a safe and happy Memorial Day
Rock on.

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Come to me Angels

Where are the angels? Why don’t they come?
They’ve left me here in my pain, my sorrow
The mental agonies that have beset me
I expect succor and receive nothing
If the angels came I would greet them with — literally — open arms

The angels must be beautiful
Winged creatures with lustrous hair and silky white dresses and a golden glow
Maybe cherubic
Maybe slender
Definitely smiling and — here is the most important part — comforting

Can I summon the angels?
If I do will that ensure their arrival?
Do they travel?
Or just appear?
Do they speak or sing or dance or rhyme or kiss?
How will they end this suffering?
I suppose it doesn’t matter
I need not worry about how
Just take comfort in their warm, tender embraces

Light the sky
Let rain pour on me
Let me dance
Let me feel joy tingle from my toes to the hair atop my head
Cast away the vicious, scaly grip of heartless horror that has seized my heart
How I would love to forever be free of the morbid depression and angry screams of the terrible feelings that tap at my brain
Come angels

Save me
Help me
Free me
I need your rapturous beatitudes
Don’t let me fall
Make me fly
Where are the angels?

Friday, March 25, 2016

Kerouac Night

Kerouac night
In Berkeley out of sight
Stars shine high
Wish that I could fly
Walk with wife
The love of my life
Ginsberg day
Was feeling okay
Had a run
Then enjoyed the sun
Eat good meal
Saw a movie felt real
Kerouac night
In Berkeley out of sight

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

It's All About the D

Dopamine and dragon angels dance on the doorways
The daring dashes of dead sentences demand answers
We live each damn daring day in dreams of golden sunshine
The purposeful decades don't defer we linger in love
But delicious hopes don't dawdle on dime store novels
The pleasing delights of doves and swing dances arrange
And oh the dos and don'ts of dervish dogs
Let's not defer the diamond laced donuts
Come dine on the daft ducky dill derby