Best Petit Poems
touching myself thinking at you
makes me hear your voice in my mind sometimes,
believe it or not, I can feel the smell of your skin woman
and all those feelings generate an explosion of another feelings
this is burning my skin bombing my flesh again and again
till I get myself wet just like a thought to the rain of these words
slipping down on your breasts loosing themselves
between your sexy legs deeper and deeper
disturbing your clean waters
Phillip, dancer of the skies,
Artist of heaven crosswise.
The god of the twin towers
Made obedient by a wire.
Phillip, a winged man.
Elegant and poetic,
Charming and majestic.
City birds above and city crowds below,
Both couldn't fathom
The celestial waltz above New York he showed.
A horizontal thread spread across the top of the world,
Philip escaped into his creative element
Of balanced beauty and eloquence.
For he was not satisfied
Until he walked along his wire in the sky.
Le Petit Bistrot
I write about
is not in Montpellier.
It's somewhere else
in southern France
and tries hard to marvel me.
It's tightly jammed
in horseless street,
for who would bring the horses?
They're on the menu,
or I'll be damned.
Yes - dish at number four.
And look, for sweet
is Bon Soufflé.
I think I'll ask for more.
9/28/2015
Rue du Petit-Champlain
Street where she could fall in love.
She sat waiting
But it did not happen
The first time
The second time she brought a book
Lots of attention was given to her
Because she acted uninterested
She met a man
And he was wonderful
Rue du Petit-Champlain
The place where it all started
They brought their four children
Who giggled and danced their way
Down the place where it all began.
A short little note from my pen to your eyes
Then into your heart to live and reside
It's written for you and it wants you to know
That the dream of together will never let go
I'll wait 'cause I love you and that will not change
It's solidly rooted, it won't rearrange
Or diminish in nature, alive and intense
A love self contained, subdued, yet immense
When asked what there names were
one responded quickly and spoke with a very heavy voice
saying his stage name was "Rink rasher"
and his partners was " Fresh Meat"
he shook my hand and began a conversation:
while his partner stood silent with a frown on his face.
I was try to bring him into the conversation asking questions often he'd just grunt and smile. He was a star helmeted Jammer and a successful one.
But when he finally opened up
I found him to be friendly, nice and smart.
He knew the journalist terms from his failed attempt at journalism
darning his college days,
he said he found fame and fortune on his debut night as a pro.
After a botched attempt at scoring he had skated 31 laps before the bout had concluded. And was the success of the night!
He told me a story about a guy named "Carny" James a fight guy rassler who was a flute plyer and parttime zylophone player. He gotta jig with this RubMusic crooner.(R$B Singer)
well they were going into the studio
to record this jam: he asked me to come and critic his groups sound, I did a jornelist was there and asked me
to do the interview for the group since I had taken jornelism in school I did the mag-session as they called it.
Well the cooner guy's backup singers didn't show up
and he needed someone to say oo-ooh softly intune.
I couldn't carry a note to a grocery store much less sing he got me in tune and I did it.
I never thought anything about it but one day royality check started coming in and I realized I was a rockstar and a Derby guy. Then I got into rassling and these guy's from hockey started getting us into trouble. Hockey guys and Roller Derby guy's don't get along!