In a Frame

In a frame

On a wall

Trees Tall

Blue skies fall

Looking out

Window worn

Playing Kids

Faces small

Clouds are Continue reading “In a Frame”


This Little Boy

This little boy


he had

a home

He searched

and searched

but only roamed

for a family


somehow knew

Those silly things

He had believed

Were all but Continue reading “This Little Boy”

Edgar Allan Poe influenced me

Edgar Allan Poe influenced me early in life, writing poetry. But much later in life, I wrote Deafly Thinking, Hell Bent, Ode to Uncle Joe, Always, Angel of the Water, Darkly Winged  and Night Blooming Jasmine in that same spirit as when I was a young teen. Continue reading “Edgar Allan Poe influenced me”

Something Unexpected

Something Unexpected comes your way

Yes, it happens to me all the time

And, what is that you ask?

I might tell you

I really haven’t come up with much in about six decades, maybe longer, my friend

Lord knows, I’ve tried my best to figure my existence out

How about you, have you ever wondered?

Where was I?

I missed the Continue reading “Something Unexpected”


The mountain top echoes

Can you hear it?

Oh, lazy boy!

What are we to do with you?

Your carnal skin ripens like a peeled banana

In the distance stands L.A.

Skyscrapers pierce smoggy clouds like concrete knives

The Uber taxi

Drops you off at the nearest Continue reading “Echo”


The shrill desert wind blows dry on my wicked unshaven face

The Gecko pops out of a Heineken bottle

He licks his eye catching the ant crawling on it

Paltry desert

Yuccas and cactus swarm honing in smothering me

They bristle in the sun as it Continue reading “Desideratum”

Night Blooming Jasmine

Man alive!

Look at what I just saw deep down in that dark cavern!

It has two heads!


Wait, it’s dark!

I can’t really see it too good

But, that thing is moving

It’s fluttering it’s Continue reading “Night Blooming Jasmine”

Ode to Uncle Joe

The Ode to Uncle Joe

I sing to you!

Uncle had some wisdom

You know he had a tid bit of it

At least, give him that credit, will ya!

He lived his life the way he wanted to, didn’t he?

Turn me on, Deadman

Stop that!

Respect Poor Old Uncle Joe!

It’s his Funeral

Poor Old Uncle Joe can Continue reading “Ode to Uncle Joe”