It the Control

I wrote this poem in 1967. The subject was inspired by J. Edgar Hoover who was then the head of the FBI. He had a book on everyone who was anyone and wasn’t shy about using the information in his book to blackmail officials to get what he wanted. He ruled the FBI with an…

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New Normal

                       Hey everybody           It’s the New Normal! Where censorship protects us From violent, hurtful words And misinformation. How Wonderful! Where our leaders run like clowns in a ring While shadowy hands pull their strings No worries! It’s all under control. It’s the New Normal. Bug burgers dressed with maggot mayonnaise Are on the menu…

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Analog Thoughts From a Tent by the River

I awaken just past midnight, Tears falling from darkened skies Pattering against my wind-blown tent, Wondering how we will feel When safely tucked away In our metal shells             Observing eternity- No roof needed, nor food, nor rest. Will we digitized beings ever wonder How it felt in analog life             To kiss,             Feeling…

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Rock In My Shoe

          You were the rock in my shoe Sometimes irritating me beyond belief; The rock that could never be found Merely by removing the coverings on my feet. You filled my receptive ears With more corn than an Iowa farm- I miss those silly, amusing jokes And your keen observations, Surely different than most folks.…

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Dementia: Inside the Looking Glass

My father died from dementia. I wrote this poem to commemorate his struggle and try to give some insight as to how he felt going through it. I recognized the resurrection in the glass. Hair still white, bald on top Shinny as a cue ball. Can’t remember his name, But it was my buddy there…

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Wind Power

The wind blew this morning Trumpeting a chaotic melody It savaged loudly against the walls And danced through the electrical lines Blinking the lights inside the building As it toyed with our emotions. A shriveled old man stood smoking Against the wall of the Laundromat Cursing in a loud and angry voice. But the voice…

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Moonsilk Madness

                     Away in the night I whisk you Far from human habitation To a cliff where the restless ocean  Serves as a percussion section Wagner would have died for And the crickets and cicadas Bow and pluck their strings While frogs sing like woodwinds. As the symphony orchestra performs We dance beneath the…

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Lost Flight

Dim light leaks eerily from city lamps. As I glance across the fog shrouded lot I hear the sharp barking Of ghostly figures high in the fog. Circling overhead they call to the night: “We are Nature’s wandering children Trained by our parents to flee bitter cold To return to the warmth of the primordial…

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Wires

Criss-cross, criss-cross, Everything is criss-crossed. They’ve criss-crossed us in! Yesterday I glanced at the Old Mission Nestled in the city, Framed by setting sun clouds. I began to feel a sense of exhilaration But like bars on a jail cell Everything was criss-crossed, Jet black streaks.

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Old Man in a Chair

Spring, 2020 legs wrapped around my kitchen chair           heart pounding                      hands trembling images parade across the screen a bad trip           without the acid body bags           stacked in hospital halls                      thrown into refrigerated trucks                                ditch witch digging mass graves I rip my eyes from the screen           need to see…

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