These are my latest. what do you think.


valentine to an old romantic fool

I gave my ex her
valentine yesterday so to
day I think
I will give me
my best,
this ;
I love you,
“you silly old bear”
and am so
proud the way
you have walked thru the
fire these past three years while
the whorehouse of Hell’s jackal’s hungered for your soul.
thank you
for your strength
to get down on your
knees every morning
and ask for
help.



poem w/ nowhere to go

To Liza Dodd.


it’s warm now
shirtsleeve weather in early Novem
ber funny,
after 25 years I
always expect it to be col
der full
nose blowing weather now,
but it isn’t
so I will move on.
drunk w/ the red
orange leaves ocher
undercoated hills painted sand
w/ dark blue gray washed shadows
and almost sun highlights.
I miss my turn off twice and
twice I must go
back
to begin again,
looking for my destination.
but the trees,
the trees, the yellows
the browns, the rust blow about like dead soldiers in war everybody fought in and no one wants to talk about.
ratchet my eye to the
brilliance
now
and all that was said or wasn’t said or done and wasn’t done
lays in someone else's closet
and I hold its brilliance
in my memory
as I do these colors, fruits and spoils
In a war that I wish I hadn’t fought in.
and move
to begin
again.



3am Poem

here I am
once again awake at 3AM.
instead of apnea or a
anxiety bound wife
or a scared sick kid
waking me
it is this poem,
this amalgam of words that amaze
me with
their ability to lift
their skirt
and get this old man’s
dick hard with hope,
for what
I don’t know.
but I wait,
wait
until
it tells me
it’s truth
and then I
can sleep
sleep still in
it’s cairn studded arms
jumping into the sea.