Thursday, January 13, 2011


the dame standing
in the middle of the street
too long
forcing you to the next light
the jerk that kept you
from catching the train
that crashed
living close to musicians
not ax murderers
or pedophiles
not getting hit in the head
with that pencil when you
ducked & it glanced off
the kid behind you
and didn't put your
eye out

Who knows about grand plans
Who knows about chance games
Who knows about random numbers and events
Being cautious, eating right, keeping your head down
Having talent, brains, being in the right place
Knowing the right person


Tuesday, January 4, 2011


in the city
i rode the train
with the people

thought ordinary animals
i hope they're gentle
these blank-eyed beings
with me
on the train

if I bothered to notice
I thought they're
silly, smelly, probably
stupid, squalid, steamy
not like me
a thinking being

they won't change things
they'll march dumbly along
to the end --abstain action
aimless, easily herded

they could change the wrongs
and improve their habits
alter society but
they dumbly ride the train

one day i changed my mind

i saw a girl pull a flute from
her back pack and play to the
applause of the train

i saw an eight year old win a
chess game in three moves
against someone I'd seen
studying many chess books

i saw a thuggy looking fellow
smile at a woman and give her
a book by Rilke
              and a deaf girl
exit by signing peace to
all passengers
............................ now
i don't think about people
i try to see them, to feel them
to know each has a gift
even if it's not
.........revealed me

Tuesday, December 28, 2010


every night
walking along cold streets
then turning a corner
i'd see her
she sat black and white
in the shadows of a window
sometimes she didn't
mount the frame until i
walked by, other times
she waited staring with
moon eyes glinting
silver streaks through
the glass watching me
watching her
she often lifted her
leg putting a
toe to her mouth to show
her lean flexibility
once she let her tongue show
as she rubbed her sinuous
body along the glass
tempting me with her
confidence and sexuality
and then like the good
worker she was
she curled herself up
pretending sleep
and listening for

Tuesday, December 21, 2010


on Christmas eve eve
the Army man's bell rang
"salvation -- salvation
feed the poor--clothe the needy"
the kettle was near empty
poor and needy the passers by

on Christmas eve eve
a bad man stood in shadow
wrapped against the wind and
the blowing gritty snow
he eyed the meager kettle
and waited for his chance

on Christmas eve eve
the Soldier fell with broken head
the bell dropped and rolled
into the gutter falling silent
kettle tipped spilling coin
as wind captured the bills

the bell song now is trapped in rust
our salvation falls to broken trust

Sunday, December 12, 2010


light stole in
slanted cold
dragged me
from sleep
poured a cuppa
and crept
to stoop
seizing sunlight
cold through
bare branches
frosted handrails
across the street
a jack russell
mounted a chihuahua
who had slipped out
beyond liquid's steam
watched two kids
scrawl rectangles
scratchy chalk
scraped against sound
of screeching tires
in the street
the girl in the red coat
began a chant
about a careless old bag
with an alligator purse
my liquid chilled
she hopped back to base
the one in blue began
a strange refrain
she jumped the rock
and stopped
clouds moved in
she cried
i can't remember the end
Katy was teaching me
when he took her
the girl in red led her away
a poster on the light pole
had another girl's face
with soulful eyes
Katy Devlin, age 10,
taken by unknown
man driving a
plain white van

In protest of child slavers and all pedophiles.
Asking people to stay aware.

Monday, December 6, 2010


i rushed
along the street
i saw her briefly there
she held a sign with some design
hard times

i met
her next downtown
her face marked by a frown
her tattoo had become the sign
hard times

i caught
a taxi bound
uptown my final stretch
what meant this tattood haunting wretch
hard times

she's there
plaza entrance
barring further progress
one last meeting i must address
hard times

in one
movement she came
her arm outstretched   the knife
glinted bright with the ache of strife
hard times

Sunday, November 28, 2010


in stripes
blue curacao
over a
she lists
her curves
sail the
art deco
bar stool

my heart
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