Long Kewpie Poems

"Purple Heart"



We are watched
surrounded by 
a great cloud 
of witnesses
the race marked
out for us
our days 
we count 
as numbers 
hidden within 
our flimsy armour
our transgressions
softened peccadilloes
we are ignorant
of most wisdom 
it is unseen, 
we continue...

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God bless little angels brought unto me,
Watch over them beneath heavens grace.
My first of seven blessings most precious gift,
Treasures hearts keepsakes.
Number one the oldest, my rocker baby,
Dancing away with musics sweet lullaby.
The lyrical light of...

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It's funny, because I've vacuumed under your bed 
a hundred times in the past two years
I've dusted the black bedside table
picked up your Scotch and Soda pants off the floor, 
still jingling with belt attached...

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Round about nineteen 1971-2, yours truly bid adieu 
to Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School 
   (situated at crossroads – then beau
colic rural routes of Evansburg Road and Ridge Pike), where nary a clue
prevails...

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A place called Copenhagen, do you know its song? 
Joy and laughter safely ride waves of light.,  
and summer days are twenty-five hours long.

Do you still hear the sprocket's cadence and pedals din..
our hearts...

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Slow motion memories.
Street lit like a movie set,
outside the dance hall.
Muffler-less cars,
full throttle, then eerily quiet.
Self willed machines idling along the street,
flooding the night; flashing eyeballs,
headlining teenage girls.
A sashaying crush; glancing, giggling,
disdainful in stinging beehives,
plastic...

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A slip of a girl, button-cute, pigtails flying
  her first figure-eights traced on roller blades
Effortlessly following the crude colored chalk lines
  Emily aced the whole field her very first time

Number eight was magic,...

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I watch carnival of carnivals quickly unfold
intense barkers are yelling as if their large bears are gold
seeing ultimate thin man and fat lady never gets old
fortune tellers are so unique, they’ve created their mold

tickets are...

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Four foot ten, and yet you make my pulse rise,
my weakness is I love the petite size.
But height's incidental, when it comes to
my veneration and worship of you.

You're a genuine Kewpie-doll cutie,
possessing an innate idyllic...

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“Come one, come all!”
The hawker summons
Try your luck
On the unmoored Ferris wheel

Hurl a dart
At the Kewpie dolls
Win one for the lady
To consummate the deal

(Chorus)
Intruders in the festival
Outsiders at the gates
Nothing like a carnival
To bring up...

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I try to paint
with a shock I realize it is giving me no thrill
No joy; for the first time in six years
I return to the middle bedroom 
darkest, gloomiest room in the house
turn on my...

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My dream girl's not a doll, no Kewpie cutie,
Or an heiress, or an actress on the screen.
She's neither nun nor acrobat,
Nor wears fine feathers in her hat,
No frump for Trump Republican,
No beauty queen.

She's not a...

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Along the shortest road ever (a treacherous journey)
  An opening appeared before me;
bright equations bleeding time squished all memory
of who i was, am, or might be -- a preponderance
of suddenly)meets the long shaman of...

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My granddaughter is in the pink
From her double chins to those drawers that stink
She looks just like a kewpie doll
She’s chubby, pink, and oh so small
Her cheeks are a rosy-pinkish hue
Her toes and fingers, they’re...

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