Rain Age Poems

a stroll …

just a stroll … like any other
numberless now, the times this path
had taken her to the wood -
the dark, deep wood where her
memories...

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The container in my chest holds water not blood-
Water of the kin and kind.
But I bottle it up scared instead of sprinkling the holy water...

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A Cold Wind

there’s a cold wind blowing
just outside my door
and a heavy rain is falling
where the sky was blue before
and I know they’ve come to...

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It felt like yesterday that we were riding our bikes down our empty street
The streets we ruled, the streets we got to keep
As if tomorrow...

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 There was Red Dawn and
Crocodile Dundee.
    Full House and
The Lottery.

   Road Runner and
G.I. Joe.
   The Lost Boys...

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The Age of Man

We carried on
The age of man
Till moon of tin bore
An electric sun

And all machines 
Shone bright and clean
Keeping silent
But wanting more

Till the...

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i heard he was a lamb disguised as beast but
some say it's the other way around
he awakened in the east from a night's rest before
heading...

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It happened again in the bookstore the other day…
It has happened to me before….
In truth…as each year passes…it happens a little more.

It’s pretty much always...

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18 years had past and i knew it all,  just living carefree, having a ball.
Thought i knew love, true love i was sure,
Got engaged...

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         Frog

Idiot fellow

Sorry crossing my hands
By touching the ear 
Reason for been a poet

It's a magic of...

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Resentment builds where grass won't grow,
Where birds don't fly and bugs don't go,
Nothing can ever be sowed,
And water rises and flows and flows.
The roots have...

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I'm, that old man third house from the corner,
the house that needs new siding.
Whose dog barks at you when you walk by.

Sits out on the...

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From the thistle and vine
From the thicket of thorn
Into the light of the morning    
Out from the briar patch, gone

In a flicker...

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It’s that one cigarette, I allow myself
after the wife leaves for work.

The sixteen-ounce coffee I walk to
the corner Bodega for every day,
I’m not supposed to...

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seventeen years we went before I knew your friends
names you barely know now and you kept them 
absent from me as you keep yourself still,...

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