Long Turnpike Poems

where narcissistic assumptions are presumed
to be a priori and default perfect
in so far as we estimate ourselves
in the slightest vaguest
single point mirror ghost called I
this is the grand knock me down delusion
when we are a...

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As I travelled down I395 I saw cars lined up with harzard lights flashing.
I knew it was a procession of some sort
As I went past all the cars in tow
I saw most men in black...

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So after I told the crowd
in the store that I was
not Dolly Parton,
they quickly went away
disappointed and forlorn like,
going over to the dairy
to pick up some milk,
tried to stay calm as I
noticed pictures on
the back...

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He turned twenty-one on that beautiful fall day
Driving to his home from college, he got an early start on his way
The father who raised him since his mother died at his birth
Wanted to have his...

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There were two
Acting role written as ‘cool’
One from the first state
Other an empire whose façade outside looks great
Table chances inside the beachside resorts
A drive through free federal highway really short
Rest in peace trip place where...

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The chilly North Pacific:
we build a fire for the moths,
a lamplight. Their wings, angry
with flames. Sky: dim and small.

In your standing stillness, you are
an old clock
that has run out of chimes.
The small hours of the...

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It's raining I look at my window and wonder is it wrong to think so fondly of my youth,
Is it wrong to keep on looking so tenderly back to younger days to my ‘once upon...

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MY FIRST OF WHEELS



Remember that sense of freedom?
Your keys, you free, in your very own teen-aged kingdom.

If older, like me, seats then, were made of fresh new leather.
Oh, that scent just tickled my young  soul...

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She had bought into the dream captivated by the idea of wealth
Given herself no mercy, strapped on those pantyhose like holsters.
Envious of the women she saw on lunch hour who had on light dresses
Manifesting in...

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My eyes screamed as the blinding yellow light latched itself modest self upon me.
Why?
It happened so fast—so unexpectedly.
At first, my mouth watered as the taste of peppermint fermented on my tongue and the scent of...

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New Jersey was just a pass through state
From Boston to Myrtle Beach
Just a turnpike in our rear view mirror
Before the final destination we could reach

We never gave her a second thought
Only stopped to get some...

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A hound bus in the maintenance garage
But it was the thief thinking in his own barrage
When the workers weren’t around
The Thief stole the bus without making any sound
The Hound’s slogan, “Leave the Driving to us”
The...

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Driving home for a visit long overdue
 along the NJ turnpike, the Delaware, straight away I flew,
down to Baltimore once more while leaning on the horn
 scenery consistent and familiar with the road weather worn.

The...

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Snow Falls.

The street is loosing its battle from the skyward white invaders.
It steady quite rain,
White blankets its white, fluffy, frozen cleaner across the hardened frozen road below
punctuated  by its crisp air and consistent ...

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Replace this heart of soiled sedition.
This junkyard filled with ugly treason.
Forgive, o Lord, embattled reason, 
at the turnpike,  chosen left ...off course.
His smoke went up with no remorse,
where my jealous hate, my brother slain,
branded...

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Stepping through its beaded door
was like walking into a time cloud, 
whiffs of marijuana and hashish pipes
lined up by color in the cabinet 
to the right, behind which stood
a hippie and his girl, with beads
and...

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I remember the thaw 
when I headed South to crawl 
through Carnegie's tunnels 
in a Saab that would stall 
in the mist or the rain 
Spring, Winter, and Fall-- 
O I remember the thaw 
and...

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Knit one purl one, knit two together.
Drop a stitch, it runs.
Unpick, pick-up the loops one by one, 
align them, precisely, nicely right,
on your knitting needle.
Get back to counting sheep to sleep
where you left off.
Knit one,...

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I went at the back at
The most deserted place in the camp
The sun I went at the back at
The most deserted place in the camp
The sun was silent as I am
It slowly descended at the...

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Grouping here to plan retreat, 
the redcoat officers smelled defeat: 
the boards complained beneath their feet, 
on entering Wright's Tavern. 

They game was up. They understood. 
All that remained was noise and blood, 
and limping...

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Yo Lauren,

From faith, to fugees, to fantastic lyrics against abortion and the senseless
extermination of black babies under the guise of family values making slave prisons for
profits.

I know your heart, as it spoke to a young...

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If you want to drive instead of fly in a plane,
your trip to Florida can start north in Maine.
The quickest and most efficient traveling way,
is via the Interstate-95 highway.
There are plenty of motels and places...

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I went at the back at
The most deserted place in the camp
The sun was silent as I am
It slowly descended at the western sky
Red fiery disc
Wane in front on my face
I told myself
God could you...

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Interstate routes
Endless road
Highway travel the threshold
On and off ramp
Distances being miles
Listening to music while
Once and a while rest stop
Sometimes rain could fall on car top
Highways to anywhere and any major city or town
The map is...

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In this era of experimentation,
unforeseen boulders form 
in the road of progress.

Low interest rates
encourage the right hand to invest,
while the left speculates unnoticed.

Governments spend money before the ink dries,
purchasing assets, forcing lines on economic charts,
following...

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