Long Pawning Poems

April...

I didn't know you very well April.
You were the start of spring,
The beginning of new things.
Offering a time for transition,
expressing a sweet song for broken men,
showing that what had withered away once could grow again.
April,...

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Look at them, tangled in insignificant conversation
about politics or stereotypes of  blacks, whites and Asians, 
lack of youth education, weather ruined vacations, how inflation squeezing their arm like “yo, I got you taken, 
and...

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WHY IS IT?
Why is it that I cannot run?
Why is it that every corner I turn?
Why is it that he still stands there?
Why is it that I remember him?
Remember him when I lie awake?
Why can...

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Through wanderings of dreams that simmer beneath closed eyelids,
A man chose to remain silent, waiting in vain for vibrant moments.
Wrapped in the warm cocoon of faded security,
He saw life turning down a different street, laying...

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Philippines is the country where we Filipinos live
Compose of about 7,107 scattered islands
A beautiful and a peaceful destination
My archipelago, my home, my little world

Yet your people have chosen to leave
Pawning and selling to others their...

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when all is lost 
it hurts depending on family and friends
stuck starting over from the bottom 
trying to work back up again
... 
with all my past experience
and for a man of my age 
being forced...

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A governess, a guardian of the young, so known and dear as to be called “Mother” and a noblewoman, just barely 12 by age, named Portia, sit talking as the sun sets the stage for...

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What Rusts In The Rain
(For The Memory Of William S. Burroughs 
& Typewriters)  

It is Lawrence, Kansas and the sky opens
up as if a doppelganger of all mothers and 
wombs
Leaving out rain as milk...

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she is my love not another chance to take me
we are aimed above anything you can't break me
pushing through this shove an alibi to fake me
never put it under above try to shake me

loosen up...

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the man is dead,
words that moan like north-wind over sea mounts,
swirling through stunted grass,
over the warped threshold,
around discarded shrouds,
piled around a rough bier,
holding once a rougher man,
this dead man,
this no-man,
unsung but for briny ocean song,
brackish...

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Ahead, a bear in sudden motion stands
Moves alone in the snow covered meadow
And searched with darting eyes as each commands
Pawning and bellowing on the plateau
Beyond the rise a hunter stands, silent
Already pulled his arrow from...

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Getting to know the canned goods aisle
in the dollar store was fun,
the ladies have been most helpful
in finding Chinese knock-off junk.
The Senior Center makes a passable Salisbury steak
and who needs gravy?
Independences has taken a down...

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You didn't and you couldn't, listen unto the wisdom in ancient told ?
Selling exchanging your birth right but questions arise amid your mingling
With secular eyes a pagans lies your choice but light speaks as this...

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Poor Prince Hal, just wanted a pal, a friend
Someone to drink and laugh with til the end

Pawning all his hopes on white lies so far
Spending all his coins at Quickly's bar

Playing pranks on Falstaff to...

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That’s not my daughter,
that’s a monster. 
Growing older, breathing harder,
Finding comfort in the fury
of his fists upon her body.
The drunken hits, her bloody lip,
The lies the morning after. 
 
That’s not my daughter,
that’s a monster.
The...

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