They met
They loved
He worked
She drank
They split
Time passed
He retired early
She dried out
More time passed
They met again
They loved again
He worked less
She drank less
They loved more
A Second Chance
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Monthly Archives: January 2013
to barcelona
this train
this train
is costing me
my sleep
it rocks and
stops and
whistles blow and
sirens wail
connections
here connections
there in
karlsruhe and
lake geneva –
pass through france
to barcelona
oh, this train
this bane on
travel steals
my rest and
dumps me out
in spain
2 – 10 – 76
The vicious rite of winter
bites
And sinks its clammy claw
through to bone
It paralyzes me
like nothing – numbing my brain
I must leave it
or die shaking
the end of my intentions
formed
in flutes
where candles flicker
waxy table tops and wooden chairs
silhouette in blue air
floats
our point of intersection
A little gift from Drake’s Sandwich Shop
a dint of sunny street
light shines up front
but in the back the
dim-lit high-back booths
pronounce the privacy
with dull green walls
and wooden seats and
glossy black accents
an ornate
stamped-tin ceiling seems
the only interloper here
(beyond the kitchen door
the dishes – heavy duty
dishes – clank and rattle)
Drake’s was old and
liked to let us know
we found the only sign
of really modern times
the vague and distant
melodies of modern songs
that crept in from the kitchen
and reminded us
the present was the past
Your Duplicate
I saw your duplicate yesterday
She looked a lot like you
But she wasn’t really you
She wore the same shoes
as you, too
The ones you wear to work
Watching the Leaves Fall Off the Trees
She had a hard time with the numbers
In fact, she couldn’t do it at all.
It must have been the time of day
Or the way she wore her hair.
And it’s hard to say who was dumber
Or who looked sillier than who
As we sat on that cold cement slab
In late October –
Watching the leaves fall off the trees
the spectator
we love to smash ‘em up and love to hear ‘em crash
the pads, the hardwood pins, or bash the leather ball
the timing of those sporting games
appropriate, it grabs us all – such violence
around us without feeling any pain
someone threw a rock and knocked another off a ledge
and soon we all were betting clams on arms and teams
began to form the rocks and clubs were soon outdated though
‘cause also when the snow fell fans got cold
so owners brought the teams indoors for winter
and as the athletes started bowling, playing basketball in fall
by winter hockey brought the fists a flyin’ lots of blood
and fun for all and even racetrack frequenters
are hoping for a smashup will it really go much further
will we soon be watching murder?