Long Bowtie Poems

The rarest personality trait in the U.S. making up 1-3% of the population
Although very cool, it gets hard to find those who you can truly relate to or be open with
The quote says, “with great...

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Have you ever gone out to the garage, slid behind the wheel of that Bowtie, twisted the key and lit off that big Rat …
Rolled out to the middle of the culdesac, two clicks down...

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waiting
with diaper on 
for this woman to get up 
off the kitchen floor and
stop bleeding while a man 
hovers over her with grimace 
and clinched fist

waiting
for our first-grade teacher 
to stop crying 
over the P.A....

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Ryan and Amy are getting married next month…as couples often do…
As the father of the groom in honor of their tying the knot…I thought I’d tie one too.

When I found the perfect bow tie…I knew...

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It started out with one good boy,
A prehistoric, funny, little plushie toy,
His name was Gary, quite refined,
A murder floof with teeth aligned (yikes)!
They dressed him up in bowtie class,
He promptly bit a Swissman's—ahem—pass ;)
And now...

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So what country did you make?
Is it a penthouse, or a rented cubbyhole
in the same sky high city where the difference
is the size of your hold-out that can also peer out.
When the TV is silent...

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Last night I dreamt of a roadside stop—
an ice cream truck near a rusted shop.
Its engine was spent, its music was low,
and something inside told me I should l go.

I stepped through the door because...

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Another Easter spent
feasting on Jelly Bean Martinis,
sculpting butter lambs
with Nana’s mastiff Escort
snoring by tabletop fire.

Aunt Bea smoked lemongrass,
shading wooden eggs 
with Dappled Willow shrubs.

A whimsical Slovakian cousin
suggested we whip each other with willow rods,
sprinkle ice-choked...

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What's the point wake up in the shadowless world 
A sunless sky
I ask you now why should I try
why should i buy into all of the things people find so worthwhile
why do i want to...

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What's the point wake up in the shadowless world 
A sunless sky
I ask you now why should I try
why should i buy into all of the things people find so worthwhile
why do i want to...

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Trip We Will Never Forget

I always had wondered just how wacky
Was my wife who is a luscious lovely lady
Who around world wanted to go on a cruise
And taking me along with her to amuse.

Sailed and...

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Androgynous Angel in white
Wings of satin about to take flight 
like some Space Oddity
searching for a bit of life. 
I gaze in fascination at this being
which entered my house as a vinyl cover.
You flirt around...

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Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My doctor has given me a thumbs up
I'm good to go for another year
Let's see, how should I celebrate?
Perhaps I'll try going a day without my walker
Just kidding! I don't use...

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Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My doctor has given me a thumbs up
I'm good to go for another year
Let's see, how should I celebrate?
Perhaps I'll try going a day without my walker
Just kidding! I don't use...

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Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My doctor has given me a thumbs up
I'm good to go for another year
Let's see, how should I celebrate?
Perhaps I'll try going a day without my walker
Just kidding! I don't use...

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pink flower, pink flower.
one for me, one for he.
we dare not look into our togetherness eyes,
a bit shy.
my pink perkiness in a heart shape -
my billowing knees.

pink flower, pink flower.
one for me, one for he.
the...

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Does he notice? I scribble,
gripping my writer’s notebook
with the steady grip that I can only
manage when on vacation.
I write about the way he stands,
face to the incoming sea breeze,
shoes to the salt water,
not stepping back...

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Black Powder
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He waits offstage, his posture tense,
his gaze locked on the audience -
his first in years.

He blots the sweat that wets his face,
then walks onstage and gets in place,
amidst their cheers.

In bowtie, vest and dinner...

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Laura was couer-shaped,
the way her knees blossomed out,
magenta, genie-like sheer. She blew
kisses like cultivated fleurs de jour.
Her drooping necklace, a frolic of felicity.
Laura’s bodysuit pink — a glittering
off the shoulder bonbon,
holding perfect ample
and youthful bosoms.

Sam...

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Fish and chips and a pint of dark brew.
Malt vinegar and lashings of salt.
A fish dinner served up
by a truck in a newspaper cone.

That was then, that was before
taste buds got hard boiled,
before the bowtie...

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There once was a boy named Brad
Loved to wear a bowtie made of plaid
He looked like a nerd the way he was clad
But he barely knew how to add

Get some sun kept repeating his dad
Couch...

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