Long Tuner Poems

Mandated this faux gremlin explorer
(alias Cliff Ford) donning reinforced
rubber baby buggy bumpers to dodge
any errant wild jaguar, ram, thunder bird,
bee in blue bonnet hood lamb, et cetera

and/or any cowl screen Fascia hissed
dee fender must be...

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Just having fun at a bluegrass jam
When a stranger came up to me
He asked, “What sex is your mandolin”?
I said, “Where do I look to see”?

Alright said he, does it have a name?
Sure, I sometimes...

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Yo, Hoboken Bars and a couple cat fights,
Yo, takin’ the path to the Palledium and Limelight,  
Giants games,
Getting drunk and goin’ insane,
Never stressin, just professin’, Wu Tang Lyrics and a little Smith and Wessin’,
Yo,...

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The emblem on the pendant
was new to all of the professors
they sorted every detail
from end to end
they sampled and examined
until were lofted dumbfounded.
a miracle: something that
made all in attendance
stop to notice.
They looked one another in...

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Behold the Pied Piper has tossed his pipe belatedly in the trash
   Having led folks down some garden paths he trousered wads of cash
Dollars, pounds, euros, rolls of wallpaper - the currency didn’t...

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The rain clouds gather outside and
I see his umbrella bouncing over the hedge.
I hear him enter the gate with case in hand;
He slowly closes the gate and heads for the door.

A light knock reverberates into...

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Mother bartered me to an Englishman.
His tribe made televisions.
In those days
televisions were wooden vehicles
crafted out of electric fans
and the spare parts of flying saucers.
Later he became an overseer
of sparky factory hands.
Once while waiting outside for...

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My mother used to have a radio 
Bagged in black imitative leather; 
The round speaker, volume, tuner in front,
And a small antenna is hidden on top.

When she pickled bamboo shoots or fishes,
Or when she filled...

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Born in seconds yet gone in a flash,
Spent cherished with family or accruing vast cash,
Some fill with the glory of life,
Other remain as scars reminiscent of strife,
Some cling to those which left sooner,
Causing the soul...

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Alfred on an Island

I got a phone call a rusty voice said he was Alfred,
But you are dead!
I know, I know the voice told like it meant nothing 
I`m at the Saragossa Island you said...

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This old grand piano stood weathered and worn,
Remembering her finer days,
When classical music resounded aloud,
As fingers on ivory keys played-

This old grand piano stood weathered and worn,
Wishing for her maestro’s return,
But heartache and sadness grew...

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Your Best Tuner

Seems to and does depend on whose side
All of your answers you have tried to hide
Less change wanted and more conservative
Change wanted and liberal start to swerve.

When periods of understanding will plummet
People come...

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Im spinning clock wise by the second it changes yet my minutes feels so slow my hours has left me.for my tuner is wind so tight .my numbers are fading my walls are are tarnish...

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Ah Hero in Everything
some say she's a happy receiver
Almost an actress
and no one believes her
almost an actress:
 and she means
the world to me.
Who's your husband in this
cold cruel world.
Got your mojo working
"you go Girl".
The lovely...

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WHAT SHOULD I WRITE!
Oops, sorry to shout
It's been happening lately
I'm losing my clout

It once was a breeze
Writing one after t'other
Out they'd all pour
In rhymes I did smother

Then hit a brick wall
Broke my head bone for...

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I slept with my guitar,    
I guess was inept.
I was not in accord,
my guitar slowly wept

I slept with my piano
—such a torrid tease,
it tinkled with my tuner
and slew me with its keys

I...

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