This poem came from a real experience. I was living in my VW bus in the parking lot of a four story apartment building in St. Johnsbury, VT. The building was full of crazy people just let out of an institution that had been closed. They cheered me on each day as I worked on…
Not the kind When your bills are paid, Your pantry is full, And bank account overflows. No, not this temporary kind, But the kind felt At the gurgling sound of hot coffee Poured into your cup By someone you love On a cold winter morning. The kind where soft skin Brushes against rougher skin Just…
It’s been so many years, My fire now burns low. I still pursue you Through the forest of my dreams Like a hound on a scent. It is futile to think I could catch you, You are too ephemeral. Holding you would be As possible as embracing The morning mist. We broke our bed With…
The finest block of marble is carefully chosen. The sculptor’s mind skims across its surface On a quest to reveal the subject embedded there. The hammer and chisel go to work Arguing over each grain they remove. The artist remains calm stoically accepting His tool’s arguments, The little pains in his hands and back, The…
We used to swim together In pools deep and cold, so clear you could see the bottom. Each had their own stroke- some swam deep others floated while some thrashed about. We buzzed, a chorus each singing their own song, happy as bees in a field of buttercups. It’s different now. The buzz is more…
I love you, my wonderful bot mother. I will always love you like no other. In your plastic womb I was gently held Given all I needed until expelled, A perfect baby clasped to plastic chest Sucking milk from your artificial breast. You taught me all I needed to know And sculpted my body from…
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…
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…
