Category Archives: Poems

Was the first grunt a pronoun: “I-” “You-” “Us-” “Them-” ? or was it a verb: “sit.” “rest.” “speak.” “um….fuck?” (hope has always sprung eternal in the hearts of man 🙂 ? Then, from that first word, who aped the … Continue reading →

I am no saint. Instead, lately, I’ve been nurturing a budding intolerance for guilt. Heavens howling hound, knowing sin shreds the silken fabric draping heavens throne, wounds his Masters hopeful, Holy heart, (yet is so human an option,) dug the … Continue reading →

Retaining relational regularity requires rhythmic repetition. Practice. Keep the BPM steady. Don’t push to hard. You might fall on your face and lose your race. Maintain a constant pace. And, kiss your lover, night and morning, just in case. .

It’s on no whim I check the pulse-rate flashing on my wrist as I swim. There are motives for counting BPM: Hubris: Damn man! You’re pushing 70 and your heart’s beating JUST 100 as you free-style your hour in the … Continue reading →

The myth is, there are many possible paths. But truly, there is only the one I could have taken to be here, now. Yes, of course, a diverging path, (I say with a sigh, thanks, Mr. Frost for stopping by!) … Continue reading →

Who was I to wash up on your class room door, December, 1954? I’d just turned six. A victim of systemic gerrymander in The Bronx school districts completely unequipped to control battalions of Boomer Babies born since The Boys came … Continue reading →

Sure. It’s inevitable. I’m pushing seventy. Some sixty years back, I sat in the ink-welled-desked-class-rooms of seven strict, old-school Irish school teachers at P.S. 17, City Island, on the north-east-salt-water-border of The Bronx. Old ladies by then. Some, at least … Continue reading →

…not even our overwhelllming, overwheeeening preeeeeeening human hubris would call for a cosmic announcement of our species demise. The eradication of our race, in an, almost, unintended, suicide, won’t create even a remote echo through the hallowed, hollowed halls of … Continue reading →

As we are so sick, the only cure for our disease is the willingness to offer, as side effect, a death, by remedy. We own no choice. No chancy roll of dice. No last moment reprieve. No denying-out-of-existence, the inevitable. … Continue reading →

Gods goal: The redemption of my soul. Yet, my denial stops in Its tracks the Power that drives the Universe! Gods gift: My will, is the stone too heavy for Him to lift. How amazing, this! Even my exponential SINNING … Continue reading →