A Parked Car Flies. (one)

It’s hot in Texas and my heart is breaking.

I’m driving to my new home.

A song plays. I’m in Rockaway in winter.

Ocean breaks on snow.

Outside my car

Leaves swirl in the hot wind

But Texas summer stops at my car door.

The song plays

And I smell wet snow

Ocean blasts

The memory of a warm cave by the sea.

Outside my car

The leaves lift and tumble and play like puppies.

Their sharp lines silhouetted in my headlights,

I start to think about an invisible hand.

I park my car

Sit in two places

And try desperately to hold onto it all,

But I’m sitting in a parked car.

Snail Leaf Blue

In my headlights there’s a golden brown leaf.

It has two stems jutting up into the air.

The stems' ends look like eyes.

The leaf looks like a giant snail.

A mutant leaf.

That looks like a mutant snail.

I smile still.

A Poem for Pop

Some moments are so golden I just

Have to thank you

Cut it in my palms 

I will

never forsake you

Thank You

Take Two

No I'll just take one and split it.

Entwined into the spine and now I'll 

never forget it.

Provided me with a blanket

Provided me with a sanction

Provided me with the lessons 

that have grown into my patience.

Thank You

Within the circle we share

So that never one will lack

I will push my portion forward,

As you would never take it back.

Thank you

Anthropomorphizing Brinkley

I ate my dog food.
Transitory are life's treats.
Now I lick my balls.

Everyday the End of the World

Outside the children play a game.

She whispers -

Rightthere

Butonlyoucanseeit

He will not come back.

Hold for a moment.

  cherish what is fleeting

Pray for a Forever.  Where this can last.

Outside the children stare into the Sun,

To see who will go blind first.

5 Princesses Dance at the Cross Bay Station

When does the princess become a queen?

When does she blossom?

When does she burst into flame?

The 5 boys dance for each other.

For their own amusement

enjoyment

and love of life

50 people quietly wait for the train

25 for the sea

25 for the island

45 stare at the boys.

Plebes basking in the light of royalty.

Instantly recognizable,

the divine touch,

that science has yet to define,

resides within them,

They are above us.

45 Plebes stare as Princesses invent a world.

We are not noticed

Nor should we be.

They dance in a separate realm that only seems to share our dimension.

We are grateful for the glimpse.

O How they shine.

The 5 boys twist and hook hips

Wobble Legs

and Fast Vogue Hands

They mime and mesh styles

Caribbean Parade, Break-Dance, Madonna

I'm not really sure how they do it.

Or what IT is.

But It's fascinating

enthralling

intoxicating

In proper attire these Princesses could make a Plebe forget himself.

And a strange thing happens.

For the 1st time since the fad began

I see boys in tight jeans and I don't think

"Idiots"

No

These Princesses make it look good.

These boys inform me in no uncertain terms that

I am old

I know not of which I speak

Behold the youth

The tide comes in 

Destroys my sand castles

And now new minds create.

I thought they were wearing tight jeans and sneakers?

I was wrong.

They were wearing ballgowns.

The 5 boys dance

and Dylan is just another name.

if you have another song to sing sir

go ahead and sing it.  But please keep 

it quiet.  We rented this dance hall 

after-all.

and Bowie was just a fake

or a sell-out

Either way, his sun set

and he'll never get 

to take it back

Lennon's just lucky they never got their hands on him.

Hip Hop's just an institution.

And Mick and Janet are so fucking deluded

the 5 boys just pity them.

And I'm just a plebe.

I never got invited to the dance and I never will.

The tide rolled in

The tide rolled out

And now I keep time 

With the sea-anemones.

But just before I got swept away.

Somewhere between the bottle and the field.

I was given a glimpse of the days to come.

Of 5 boys dancing

And Queens-To-Be

Had It Been Us (my christmas poem)

We are three righteous and good kings

And We have come to kill you.