Long Roadrunners Poems

Wilderness trees grow high
The wasteland is all but nigh
It’s getting darker here and I’m becoming more shy
Even my faith has grown somewhat dry

Distress bushes grow on
Like the dusk and the dawn
It’s getting lighter — the...

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Title: Wind on our back

A camp counselor once, I thought I should glide
I ran fifteen miles, at the airport applied
A pilot took me up, above the Pocono grass
But I got airsick when the plane took...

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On the Sixth Day

On the sixth day God created the animals
Oh what fun creating the animals;
Rolled up each sleeve to create all the animals
On the sixth day.

God made cats and dogs and hogs and frogs
Elk...

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The sun raises up over the ridge 
The sky shines a multitude of colors
Pink with a tinge of purple 
That only lasts for a few precious moments

Some mornings the clouds 
Come down from the sky...

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Though Santa never responded to pleas
There was just one gift on my list each year
A horse that could run at the speed of light
A bold little gal; I never had fear

With two high school friends...

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astronomical anatomical atoms
buying brilliant blubbery bimbo blobs
collecting claustrophobic colorized clandescently clams
depicting deplorable dependable depraved dendrites
enticing and enlisting energetic enthusiastic enigmas
finally fueling fussy frisky flatulence, forming fleece finders
giving gluttonous glorious gargoyles grinning grace
holding heavy-handed hospital heathens
Ignoring...

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Pecos Bill rode herd in the vast forlorn.
His quiet Paint gobbled buttered popcorn.
A tornado, in a fit, 
Came for a whirlwind visit. 
“Paint, meet Curley. His back I will adorn.”

Bill grabbed his rope and threw...

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Though Santa never responded to pleas
There was just one gift I wanted each year
A horse that could run at the speed of light
A bold little gal, I never had fear

With two high school friends, I...

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A white wash of striated clouds
stretch expansively 
across the arid desert sky
where Joshua trees commune
lifting up crooked cactus-like arms
towards the searing sun. 

Massive layers of brown boulders 
jut, forming endless sculptures 
hidden places where the...

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Packrat Hell
Life choices
What to do? 
          Shoot ‘em

Desert Heat
Life choices
What to do?
          Install A/C

Monsoon Storms 
Life choices
What...

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Until  There Are None

In Vegas there used to be…
Seagulls on light poles
Lizards on walls
Roadrunners in backyards
And now there’s none at all

Wild horses and wild mules
Are vanishing fast
Conservation and good intentions
Make sure they won’t last

Used...

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For years, you have been trying to catch that elusive bird.
In your cartoons, we have never heard a single word.
Warner Brothers decided to give the late Mel Blanc a break.
With no dialogue, there were many...

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Far from the roaring crowds and choking cities,
As the sun sinks slowly down the mountain,

Darkness gathers in her womb, long luminous shadows
dance lively about the August brilliant full moon.

Giggles of the butterflies, laughter of the...

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The Ole Roadrunner
(For Sara from Uncle Johnny)
June 2015

Want to tell you a story
Bout a bird that can run.
He can fly up in trees, but
To race is more fun.

He’s a runner at heart
He lurks like a...

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