Friday, February 22, 2013

3peat

mercoledì, agosto 26, 2009

to enlighten mankind

martedì, agosto 25, 2009

middle of the night

lunedì, agosto 24, 2009

a dark figure

from the front step i saw
in the stillness of heavy dusk
a lone dark figure
amble my way down the street

perhaps it’s that bushy headed cute girl
with the cheery hello, who lives next door
that always sings walking her kitty
and has a happy word for everyone

i waited a moment
as the figure drew near i saw it was Rollo
the waddling ancient groundskeeper
from the local cemetery, tugging his little dog

and who rides the loudest riding mower in creation
always yells in your face, is irritating and grumpy,
with a chill in my spine i slipped into silent shadows,
maybe next time i'll say hi

Saturday, February 02, 2013

olding


now I know why
old guys wear suspenders

cause there comes a time in life
when a man has no ass,

and that’s about the time
you finally realize
that you see more old drunks
than you do
old doctors.

Wednesday, January 09, 2013

between time


afternoon turning evening
twilight quiet January damp
meet  Mauro in the covered pass
beyond the Buddhist church

under twin aged stone arches
to him my email with  parting wishes
as he heads to the south pacific
on a  quest to find his way

then campo dei fiori nearly empty
this cobblestone field of flowers
when a  friend of twenty years stops. 
we exchange new year greetings

good words,  good minutes between us
always satisfying is our exchange
never knew each other’s names
but know a friend when we see one

then i see nico, he barely sees me
his  hearing also is wavering
one hundred years and counting, on this
street he was born and lives alone

somehow an empty city
bringing friends together briefly
passing in the light fading cool
of yet another winter late afternoon

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

roosevelt and her student


roosevelt and her student
were going dancing
to work out a new two step.
however, the cab caught fire;

so they changed plans and their shoes.
on a park bench laughing, telling stories
amid wavering shadows of a large oak
the ufo they waited to see watched them.

Monday, December 24, 2012

what'd you do tuesday?


what’d you do tuesday?
the other day, or a few ago,
days in the week, weeks in a month,
12 months,  all those days in the year,

stack them up and keep track  . . .
wait, that’s too many.
let’s take what we can handle.
simplify said Thoreau; a good idea.

we need three days:   
yesterday, today and tomorrow
more passed is for your history book
ahead is practically science fiction

god can you hear me?


god can you hear me?
if i am thinking?
in italian or English?
or if i mispronounce badly in Francaise?

do you know my question
before i ask?
would you tell me?
but isn’t truth relative anyway?

i don’t think you need praise
or  the company.
if it’s company you want
you can always make someone.

do you know i am talking to you,
and what i will say,
and how everything will turn out anyway?
if so then, what’s the point?


Sunday, December 16, 2012

just woke and wrote



just woke and wrote, i did
something cause i haven’t been
able to write and forgot about you
then i did that and opened

google which is slow on my computer
and there your were - M. The Email.
oh, darling, can you refrigerate
bananas or is that bad?

wow you said you slept two
hours felt terrible when you woke
now feel good, except it’s  like the flu?  
sounds extreme.   i’d sleep on it.

geeze the thumb is sounding terrible,  
out of hand, so to speak.  i was hoping
you’d  adopt it,  that is: get along,
or can  a  doctor cut it off . . . the bump thing?

look, i have to rush.  a Plumber and electrician
will be in the building this morning and
i have to shower and pee before
they cut the water or the ele