Long Knick knacks Poems

part 28

at least we know what to avoid in a civilization
hypnotism for one
and angst which merely resembles authenticity
by attempting to dissect the inconsequential
which boils down to the matter of
detecting the inconsequential in the first place
what...

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Yukon just coon sitter me a copacetic, energetic, ironic language lover (English is ma lingua franca late mother tongue), who waxes poetic, but tall so one babbling, creaking, and dabbling dis arming marine naval (gazing)...

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We have exchanged few words today for I know you have the need to problem solve, fire watch deep in your mental cave. 
 
I shut my eyes,  to take in the atmosphere, there...

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1/19/23


Getting through endeavors
Doing better
More focus on what is important instead of only pursuing pleasure

Even though ladies never give me the time of day
Like animals, I'm a stray
Just could not find my way
Deep down quite okay
I...

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lemme git down to figurative and virtual brass tacks 
and risk introducing this veritable unknown citizen, 
   who feels Trump stacks

odds against supposedly “making America great again” - 
   vis a...

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Experienced a third bigger earthquake recently but this poem I wrote for a smaller earthquake years ago)

My first trivial tremor experience had been in Southern Africa
And now this puny earthquake I felt in Tanzania. 

I...

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We had been up, down and sideways with lonely nights and solitary days.
We had seen total darkness dispensed from our fights.
Our heads began believing our wrongs could not discover our rights,
so we departed from all...

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Preface:  Written for my parents on their 50th wedding anniversary

Where the Smoke Goes 

I went to the place where the smoke goes, from all our blown out candles.
I found pounds of Cape Cod beach...

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It was a lovely little house.

Built of white painted timber,

with a gabled roof clad in green tin,

it had never been a rich person's house.

It was her house. 

And driving up to park outside it,

each time...

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Coming out of my prison door
Accompanied by my companion
Not connected in any way
....but I knew him

Barren wasteland, behind
Freedom beckons my will
I do NOT stop for direction
But run headlong into the chill

Wrapped tightly in failed attempts
To...

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Am I the snail in the universe, a sloth
Blame it on me for taking a turtle initiative, going slow and steady
Cause I move too fast like a hare that I just collapse 3 on my...

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Perfect Housing


Iron girders are structural beams
Bricks that surround them are building blocks for what seams
Pipes and wires connect us to the invisible streams
Concrete floors are a division between above and the floors in-between
A roof made...

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My wife and I cruised with assorted car clubs several time per year for a few decades, it's a wonderful way to spend idle time - 



By never going cruising in a shined up, timeless...

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Dangerous Mind

The mind is a most dangerous thing,
Forcing memories into replay,
Endless relived moments drowning bring
Snippets in time more real than today. 
Paralyzing sadness is trouble
Which the mind needs to be addressing. 

Before I died inside,...

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The mind is a most dangerous thing,
Forcing memories into replay,
Endless relived moments drowning bring
Snippets in time more real than today. 
Paralyzing sadness is trouble
Which the mind needs to be addressing. 

Before I died inside, I...

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I remember now. Something was heavy, a winged
dragon that refused to fly from my chest
My eyes were secret mirrors, or a doomsday judge.
I remember morning as a flighty horse,
or like a new school year,
that first...

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who are these people?
where did they come from?
of all the aromas in existence, the foul smell from the mouth of an 87 year old man
who has had gingivitis for 32 years
and has had rheumatoid arthritis...

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Wet streets, like wet streets after rain
hitting pavement like the slacking 
of vexed heels before the squabble 
of sun battling cloud, sun to win. 

Rapid transit, like transience,
like de-coherence with the fade 
of transition. Which...

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ARTIST’S CHOICE –
JOURNAL VIII

This old woman –
It’s always a woman
–
Looking out a window
Why not a man?
No      he’s on the
front porch smoking
his pipe

This ancient     
deep in thought
Looking...

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This Christmas I don’t want a thing
Not a single present under the Christmas Tree
There’s just one thing I want 
More then anything in the world
The one thing I wish for with all my heart
Is for...

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A rickety old chair sits in a corner of our house…it’s a chair no one can fit in.
Which begs the question why hold onto a chair we never intend to sit in.

If you asked I’d...

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ask me why there's green slime
coming out of the spigot in the center of the cemetery
and ask me why i installed a faucet
when i don't know how to
Yes, you do...

ask me why i've cut shapes...

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The Benaminis are a family of rodents,
who live their lives capitalizing on other
peoples' residences,
They scope the homes when they're not 
home,
or invade it when only one member's alone,
They scamper up and down,
acting like confounded clowns,
going...

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boxful of Scotland souvenirs at a car boot sale

a life’s possessions
in thirty or so boxes
from the back of a white Transit

knick-knacks from Scotland
a wee man with ginger hair
tam o’shanter
and a corkscrew 

a picture of Ben...

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limp roses
        blue boots, vinyl, knee length
hair extensions braided like sun-rings
pleasure knick knacks 
        perfume bottles
lacey things that hug the bodice
under...

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