Long Fishnet Poems

A prawn masquerading as a peanut can be quite disturbing. So many times a peel is a garment used to shroud. A tentacle hidden. Here and there. Then to reappear with an often violent burst...

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Not too many decades out of college
I finally landed my first full-time job,
as a White House speech writer.

I know,
you would expect
I would not start at the top
and then claw
and grab
and snatch my way to the...

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I wandered through the semi busy streets filled with pedestrians as they hurried out of the rain. I continued on with no destination in mind ,no umbrella to shield myself from the frigid elements. ...

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Eroticism -
             a supple spine in a wanting curve
       and a foolish fever simmers a scarlet heartbeat...

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Hot In Havana.
.
It was a sweltering hot sticky Havana summers
Velvet star-studded night
I was sat enjoying the scene
In a dance bar
As someone played the piano accordion
And guitar
.
Suddenly I was aware of a shapely silhouette 
Stood at...

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Before it’s too late

Distant bells clatter on cloud fed weathered skies where
darkness creeps past low light vestibules, faded beams flicker 
Short skirts wave in a winter wind, breezy attributes
revealing fishnet thighs calling to the next...

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Off the train I hit the streets
and start laughing. This is ridiculous,
incomprehensible. How can innumerable bipeds
have individual inner lives. Why are they doing
what they’re doing? I have no answer
New York City but to also go...

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I see you hipsters in rustic coffee shops with pictures of Marlyn Monroe and contemporary art, 
the girl in all black with a black beret to make her look more avant-garde and red colored hair...

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Before the primate known as “man” became loquacious, 
With all his fishnet shenanigans, skylarking monkey shines, 
And thermo-nuclear weapons, 
There was a time when words among men 
Had not yet become discrete utterances 
Encoded with...

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8MILE8MILE    .     .     .     .     .    STYLE     . ...

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Taped to the door’s plexiglass pane, a portrait
Of a Savior with ardent heart burning
Sunlight invades with the turning of hinges
Untethering the hospitality of Tony, the lone waiter
His Brazilian arms are swinging doors, open to embrace
He...

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Night Shift Worker


At sunset is the beginning of our day
Darkness embraces our peevish spirit
Flashing neon signs bring us in esprit
We are mindful of making a living

Danger awaits us anytime
But this is where my feet are...

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Leaving London

A thousand flickered lights
Beat out neon
Fantasies animation
Jerks its pseudo motion
Feet by fifty foot tall
On the south river board walk

Juke box gangsters one-armed bandit
Hang street corners
From the eyes red light
By cliché shop windows
Of a thousand...

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Jenny slides the poppy across her lips
television blast out a dose of amphetamine
bites the midnight smoke
acrid windscreen of her dreams
flash card party
weekends alcoholic one night stand
is all it means

Tousled beauty on fishnet pavements 
the one...

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A beautiful lifestyle guarantee:
All these wonderful gifts for free!
Read about indiscretions,
In the latest ads they've got running:
All the secret alliances you could be planning.
 
High-class, back door man's agency stands here;
Nobody gets through the front...

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Glide of Falcon broken, channel smoothed 
        Transmission snap equals idle start
        Dysfunctional gypsy destitute
      ...

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Gladly the rag falls dead beside the kitchen sink,
Grey and brown with coffee grounds and spillage,
Dripping pensive ochre on the rim,
Sombrely it slipped over the brink
And stank of rape and pillage.
Handmaid of the sweat shop...

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In thirty five seconds
You may see eternity clear as day
Quick as a flash and passing away
Too fast for opinions
To contend for understanding. too
Fast to contend for judgment. Rue
It in flash, for we see
Eight thousand alive...

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Once there was a really tall, jolly fisherman
Who had a slightly crooked nose, named Dan
Dan, the ever-Jolly fisherman came from Japan
And loved to show off his gigantic left hand
that helped him play the cymbals in...

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THINGS WITH STRINGS

Spider's web, strings of stars,
a weaver's loom, and old guitars.
Balls of yarn, and DNA,
string bikini, and crochet.

Cats cradle, spools of thread,
Tails on kites, and hairs on head.
Theory in music, or in science,
together making...

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My first love
is a whore

but i want her back
because she always had my back

when everyone
threw me back, barked, nagged disappeared 
continuously on me

just because,
i try and cry to make them understand how i feel 
about...

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To make a bed, you must tighten your hold,
Tuck in the corners and tend to the fold,
Smooth out the blankets and straighten the line.
Like a geisha serving up two cups of wine,
She may promise her...

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Dirty martinis and Cuban cigars
Fishnet  stockings on hookers Playing my guitar.
Long days at the beach
Women without wedding rings 
Making a list of my favorite things


Sex before Breakfast 
Out running the cops
A judge that grants...

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Mr. John is a jolly fisherman
Paddling his boat with single hand
His other hand holds a fishing rod
On hook are worms from peapods
Baiting only the bean-like cods.

Mr. John went fishing yesterday
He threw his fishnet on the...

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(a turtle creation story)

Turtle flexed his jaws
as hard as secateurs.
Monkey-See saw
flew up the slippery trees
mimicking
the snapping sound
above the mealy ground.

It was the first Saturday night
and most of the good things,
and most of the mischief
had been...

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