Best Albuquerque Poems

Desert lavender
blooms amidst gentle breezes
morning sky: balloons...

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Have you been to the Land of Enchantment?
When BALLOON all fill the air?
It’s early in October
And I wish that I were there
The dark BLUE SKY...

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She told it this way.....

He said...San Francisco......
Then up to Mendocino
I said...can I go
He said...I guess you can

'Cause, long since Albuquerque
That's when he first hurt me
My...

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She wasn't one to worry, never saw her cry
Still she was melancholy, never told me why
Now she's gone a wanderin', didn't tell me where
Didn't ask...

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“gobbledygook”


the waters of vegetarianism need not be murky
even living on a commune in Albuquerque
but of some folks i’ve misgivings
of their Thanksgiving giving’s
so ask what the...

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Five in the morning
Orange and red glow in the east
A new day is born

A single rain drop
Looks to be the final straw
Now the flood begins

Albuquerque...

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Early in the morn, just before the sun would rise
The scent of bacon, thick enough to burn my eyes
Crept under my door, across the sheets...

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Sleeping Porch

Light bulbs strung like stars made their way from the camp house down to the dock.  We had two old boats tied up...

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MY BUCKET LIST

Years and years ago, I made a bucket list.
I looked everywhere and could not find it.
I don’t remember everything I listed,
so it’s time...

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Ava - I spoke to your half sister today.  
She says it’s warm in Albuquerque.  She tells you hello 
and to please wish...

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The bike was loaded and packed
The duffle bag strapped to the rack
The air was crisp when we started out at dawn
In the early morning hours...

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I know I've been to Chicago,
     But I only remember the snow.
I know that I've been to Albuquerque,
   ...

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for Jessica

Orchards recurring: Two twenty year olds 
on dissimilar paths undaunted by love’s 

tapestry approaching exclamatory 
yields of apricot musk and peach marmalade 

their unified...

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The Veteran
(In Haiku Verse)

I lost my poor soul
In the jungle – in the sand
Now I don’t fit in

I walk down the streets
No job, no home,...

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Being the urban outlaw has its own rewards, especially when this vingilante-like person is helping the Marshall oficers capture the bad guys. It's just like...

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