Author Archives: Ken Greenman

That today is “Tax-Day” has nothing to do with this poem except that Dad paid his taxes, while feeling trapped by and hating the IRS for every penny he could not get back from them but still wanting to be … Continue reading →

A straight jet-stream streaks the sky, white on blue, born in the combustion of mist, power and ice. Hangs there, a thin-cotton-seam, waiting to be gently opened. Alluring, like the zipper on Zendaya’s dress. All, for the eye to see … Continue reading →

Oh! I dream to go a-sailin’ across the 7 seas! But it seems that I get sea-sick just sittin’ on the beach! Oh! I want to fly on a Moon-Shot to see the earth from there! But I know that … Continue reading →

His ever helpful wife will, willingly, with her loving fingers and kiss mix the off-label bi-product effect of sildenafil with her love for her elderly-ing husband of 77, with her hints of heaven now and then and….again… enhancing that one, … Continue reading →

and the iniquitous nature of those iniquitous ones who enhance the laxities of Democracy…. 2. The best of the Theists are the Deists…. 3. It’s always worse when we nurse a curse from the back of a hurst. 4. Leave … Continue reading →

NASA astrophysicists have discovered a planet where the inhabitants live in a world of ubiquitous-proximity-ubiquity… ie: Where everything is everywhere, so, so close together that no one can reach anything anywhere but that which is rightnextto them, right where they … Continue reading →

I like my study. The way my desk chair, (my “throne”, so my children called it) is molded to the rounds of my back-side. (My wife tells me I have no ass to speak of!) And the way the straight-back … Continue reading →

Wake-up! Wake up ye drunken bum! Get up as soon as you’re able. Get up! Get up ye whoring bum! Get dressed in your silks and sable! Get up! Get up for a New Queens come! Get up! Get up … Continue reading →

…where, in last night’s midnight’s dream, yes, I had a destination, but not the destiny to arrive at it, so, only, frustration, was felt. And later, in that early morning fantasy , half awake, I could feel, still, the feel … Continue reading →

Be careful out there, little sparrow, for there be hawks circling above and higher still, the wind-blown vulture rising, round and round for a better view of slaughter. Waiting his turn to clean-up the remains, after the kestrel dove down, … Continue reading →