Long Gaslights Poems

soft flames flickered offshore
Timucuan tribal campfires
luring Menendez’s armada

Feast Day of St. Augustine 1565
Spanish settlers rowed covertly to shore
more than 600 torches ushered in a new era of light

torches turned to gaslights
hanging yet today in a...

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The castle stood within the walls
to guard the river Dee,
a garrison for many years
and steeped in history.

Across the street by its arched gate
a courtyard housed some folk,
the families of soldiers there
would laugh and smile and...

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She rode the train to glory,
Her star was shining throughout the territory, 
They called her the princess with red hair,
Her eyes were blue and skin so fair,
When she danced on stage the cowboys whistled,
While all...

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(“Meditation is not what you think…”)

These New Times

These new times have turned the world upside down.
The endless cultural revolutions of the past two centuries
Have finally hit a wall, Trumped at last
As the sheer accumulation 
Of...

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Matchstick Girl.

Matchstick Girl in ragged clothes,
lace up shoes and purple toes.
'Come buy your matchsticks from me sir,
your wife all fancy in her fur'.
Every night on London's streets
there were matchstick girls
with clip clop feet.
Men with sticks...

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Life way back then when i was ten,
   From wartime days, to peace again.
   Few luxuries on ration books,
   Not even scraps for feeding ducks.
   But more...

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The dark eerie fog and glowing gaslights. She sits woefully. He is gone again tonight. Rumors whispers of the terror, as she holds on once again. Murder by night and a stirring muffin man. The...

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1. Hoboken (cost: faces)

green listlessness falls a cobalt bakery 5 westward arms
mists Montana purchases atrophy azure 
turned golden Midas go-go 4 melting faces ultramarine
gallows repudiate denim jeans down
cerulean cilantro eyes whispered ears 3 gaslights my...

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Love had finally cracked her shell 
It let her out the cold wet cell
Her prison had become her shield
But once again he cast a spell 

Secretly peaking from the dark 
Tiptoeing to follow the spark...

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Oh how, I cry, disdain toward the word,
that gaslights sanity and truth defy.
When hapless, hopeless person, undeterred,
begs ask the question, of the victim, why?

Does thou holdest thee in purest contempt,
whilst quick, to grant, my aggressor...

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Each bedtime makes me a night-clown,  
Minty paste seltzers every tooth.  
Puppetry for sleep at sundown,  
Ends in a circus, dreams of youth.

Tamed at knee in dress of cotton,  
Each bedtime...

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working man

early, six days 
before dawn
while I, still curled
warm in bed, listen
he leaves
whispers goodbye
as he passes my door.

every day
as the noon whistle blows
I carry his lunch pail
we sit surrounded by scents
wood, varnish, turps
sunlight washing over...

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