Long Biked Poems

Written in summer of 1976.


I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessmen from Campbell Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed with hay

And talked of pending corporate plans
And willow-haired orangutans.

I spent...

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How I Got Rich and What Happened Then

I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessman from Campbell's Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed with hay

And talked of pending corporate plans
And...

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on a sultry day when there was nothing else to accomplish,
roaming around listlessly in my parents' house, stumbled at a little diary from my teenage years!
with a pretty picture of a rose bouquet on the...

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I took my bike on Amtrak, got off at Charlottesville.
Climbed up to the Blue Ridge parkway, the first of many a hill.
I met a Canadian Carpenter as I got closer to N.C.
He was cycling alone;...

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Nomadic Hearts

Seems just yesterday simple Jane's heart kept perfect time. Ticking, never losing a beat. Days seemed good. Nights seemed hopeful.

The streets of her town, barren of big city chaos, knew calm. Knew boring. Knew...

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Sit still in your chair, little one, and I'll tell the tale
of my true Halloween story and my sad travail.
I was a kid just like you, eating my frosted flakes.
I asked mom for more sugar,...

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Andy was a pretty young girl,
Flirty, fun, always busy, in a whirl,
She was popular at school,
Was intelligent, nobody’s fool
She never was short of a date,
But this would become her fate!
There was at college with Andy,
A...

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Sandee kicks off her blue slippers, and pulls up her feet.
Cozy and warm, inside, where snow cannot reach the heat.
Mouse Swallower is in window, with back to the glass.
Skunk Boy is firmly attached to her...

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Some walked, others biked
As we gathered at the park
There was Jimmy, Peewee
Ricky, Billy and Mark
Neighborhood boys
From blocks around, they'd descend
For the Sandlot World Series
It was friend against friend

There were seven to a side
The bat was...

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Jack sits in the wheelchair in the grass
a rebel nerd, he thinks of the time
when he cycled up Teton Pass
by a stream through walls of pine

Obsessed, this viewpoint vampire
his memory full of hill and vale
A...

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Picnics at the Park

I wished that I had stopped
The hands of Mother Clock
From ticking on its tac
As time flew by steadfast.

Bye, bye my toddler sweet
Hello there little princess
New adventures you'll seek
Words small and big you'll...

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be it the barstool at a favorite watering hole
or a stretch of a path trod daily in silence,
an independent movie theater whose matinees attract only the dedicated,
time spent on a park bench in the overcast...

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The absolute Faith 

It is so long ago now I might have had a hallucination
I had a day off at my work as a cook at a tourist hotel.
And biked to the bay that didn`t...

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Going to School 
  
My school days was not a happy one,
although history and writing was interesting
I wrote that my father had a herd of camels
in Morocco, but math eluded me.
Something like, a baker...

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I've seen you move with fire
Your spirit all aglow
You sang and wrote poems all winter,
New life you did reenter.

Faith had found you
You were like morning dew.

The reservoir you jogged
The Hudson where you biked,
Those were your...

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