Long Shoeshine Poems

There is always something to write about
I don’t know what you are talking about
There is always something to write about
So take out your pen and spell it out
I was trying to book a ticket for...

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this one goes out to all you symbolphrenics
wink wink light the fuse and
bow only before your own image
for we are each a TV studio
with really huge detector molecules
recall that consciousness is tunable
you need only space...

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It was after Mom’s dad passed her mom bought canaries.
Grams felt life less lonely, I think, with their singing,
and gave her idea that flying the coop to
live close to my mom could be Southland for...

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A Look Back at Eighteen Months Here-The Show is Over

When your poems reside in a shoe,
like mine,
pounding the pavement to nowhere.
The onset of blisters isn't imagined.
Those blisters take roots,
hindering your motivation
to move-
and to continue to...

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I first noticed a change in Climate,
When my shoes started to outlast their laces,
Which I thought unusual at the time,
As I had come to think of it as an unwritten law,
Probably one of Murphy's,
That shoelaces...

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Wendell just getting off work,
And was headed home 
by way of his favorite place to chill,
a lively place called
Pharaoh’s bar & grill.
With the hope of winning,
his retirement one day,
Wendell stepped into 
bucks shoeshine parlor 
to...

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Gee, how we blame our culture for starting this!
Oh, how ignorant can we be!
We blame men as evil and macho?
Yet we drooled when younger over Ralph Macchio.

Ask any woman who gets up at
three!
How great it...

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A Bigger Slice of Sky

The sky was only visible
in long narrow slices
while we played on 
one-way
Brooklyn streets 
Thick with kids

apartment houses 
one next to the other
lined the sidewalks
like great canyon walls
rising six or eight stories
while...

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Gee, how we blame our culture for starting this!
Oh, how ignorant can we be!
We blame men as evil and macho?
Yet we drooled when younger over Ralph.  Macchio.

Ask any woman who gets up at three!
How...

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My Lost Dear Our Forest Cries

Our forest cries
My little dear
In spite of tears
The lone nature does howl 
On one side sits a lake with ducks
Sitting along the tree line of life
And under bushes of doom...

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Hey boy

                                 ...

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Saturday mornings extra early I would rise,
Watch as my hero would sail through the skies.
Eating my corn puffs, with you I’d cheer,
“There’s no need to fear, Underdog is here. “

With Simon Bar Sinister up to...

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The rabbit here attached
 so tightly that it engages with delight. 
 How the  butterflies in the trees resemble 
  the birds mirage.  
  Light as air in the drift. ...

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Shoeshine Joe.

Thruppence for a shoeshine, that's what Joe will shout.
Tuppence for a bulling up as he smiles and looks about.
Drumming up trade these days is harder than before
his dad was a lad and ran this...

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