Want

Do you want more coffee, The motor wants a tune-up, I just want a chance to rest, What do you want for christmas, He wants a bicycle for his birthday, Do you want anything
from the store

She wanted more time to finish the test, I want a new ipad, I want world peace, I want perfect weather, You can choose whichever color you want


Thousands of poor people still want food and shelter
She wants a garden, I want to watch it grow

Expired

I am the boy in the yellow shirt

standing by the 

water

who followed his instincts

to the edge of the falls

and 

fell 

in love with the ambient chatter

and soft pitter patter of

your gentle 

beat

I was standing by the water 

when i lost my quiver 

from an indian

giver

and in less then an hour

i became a 

flower

disappearing into the

landscape

The Color Of Dust

magenta is the color of the dust that dances
between the branches of
the green trees

which sit in the shade of the golden sun
and orange is the color of
sunshine

before the droplets of blue
rain

soak the earth a deep
rich brown

and life is the color of
light

because even tonight
you glow

Spent

1

flesh packed by the pound

with broken hearts

tightly wound

and in the morning when

the day begins

we wear our smiles and

crooked 

grins

and lay down at night and

shed our sins

spent and tired but

full of 

grace

and yet these lines

we can't

erase

11

finding that place where i step into space

and lose myself

like an alien who eats human emotions

i'm lost in the oceans of your

desire

and like a human 

dipped in cumin

i'm on fire

The Poet Tree

With All Our Forgets & Plans

These sad glad mad times filled with unusual rhymes

and the darkest finds in fruit so sweet

lemon rhymes and purple beats

In a jovial garden of moist wet air

full of lingering fruit

We held the leaves

but forgot the root

Poet Tree

lost and morally bankrupt it took 3 days

on the freeways till i arrived at

the circulation

station

a place where human nature and

local fauna re

connect

i sat in the pink chair by the open window

where i could shoot the breeze

with enormous

trees

and observe the delicate dance

between soil and

sun

she handed me a bowl of chilled

liquified beets with a spoonful

of sour

cream

sitting off center like a little

glacier lost in a

purple

sea

wondering how the political landscape

got so out of hand i fell asleep

and when i

awoke

the transformation had already begun

looking up i saw all

my branches

now

pathways for birds to mingle and the breeze

to tingle it really was

heaven on

earth

Artificial Intelligence

walking through the artificial forest

and breathing the plastic air

we sip soda

from our styrofoam cups

and stroll happily

along

the pine strewn path

for a day and a

half

lying down to rest

under the blue

frozen sky

we look up at the wind

as it blows our

mind

suddenly chilled, stirred

and shaken

we awaken in an empty room

with a giant sun

and

it almost looks

real

Lost In Space

Sun Day

bathed and incased in a wall of sound

beneath the falls against the

high

walls

is where we first met, watching saturday

turn into sunday, our hands intwined

with the rhythm of

time

it felt like some long lost summer sunshine

the kind you could put in a box

and save as a

souvenir

only to be opened many years latter

sunshine still

intact

that box now sits five feet high off the floor

on a shelf by my bedside and even

though it has not been opened

in many

years

there are days when i'm tempted to peek in and

feel the warmth of it's orange glow

and to remember how your lips

tasted

that day when they were baked in sunshine

and glued to

mine

it's 2023 on a sunday morning 20 years latter

when i awaken to the sound of water

running down the

walls

carrying a small box in my hands i move closer

to the edge of the falls and at the moment

when the sun lights the

earth

and light gives birth to the new day

i open the

box

Life On Mars

Languishing on the verge of being

bumped into tomorrow

they sit in coffee shops and bodegas

waiting for their paycheck

while they cover their bodies in dust

and try to remember

if there was life

on mars

The Fairy Tale Factory

we met in a factory full of fairy god mothers and tooth fairies

young and broke but full of

dreams

long before you developed a taste for fine scotch

you and i would watch color tv and

get lost in

space

kicking forward twenty five years latter on the

lower east side at an aa meeting

we met

again

i didn't tell you that i didn't believe in this

rhythmic kick it

crap

and the only reason i was here was to meet

women who

drink

over coffee you were somehow able to encapsulate

the last twenty five years of your life

in one perfect

paragraph

but no words were needed to feel how broken

we'd both

become

and then you smiled and i knew

that you

remembered

when we were

both

new

The Final Draft

I laid on my back looking at the sky that afternoon

imagining trees when their leaves

were still

green

while an elephants trunk investigates

the still air

all the wild places i never got to visit are now

just a bunch of insta-matic photographs

that float in my

mind

the elephants and lions were first

the horses and dogs last

setting across the barren landscape

like an ancient

glacier

with a million stories and

a thousand legs

there was no poetry that night because

all the wordsmiths left long ago

to soak

in the memories of tomorrow

and prepare for

yesterday

we were the only animals left now

all the rest just a memory

a moist

imprint

Invisable Scars

as real as a gutter ball

we fall strike

three

into the dirt and

forever

hurt

it's been 40 days of

dust and

pain

purple hearts

and yellow

rain

and i heard him say freedom

is just another word in

a car

commercial

before he was

inadvertently

tossed

and forever lost

somewhere

between a memory

and

nowhere

The Evening Glitter

Quite words typed out on a keyboard late at night

while the moon shines bright

is all that remains in these

time worn veins

just a voice a-twitter in the

evening glitter

Drunk On Rhyme

I left my home and extinct profession

to walk the empty streets during

those orange

summers

we were alone together and covered

in nicotine patch quilts

singing

frozen marmalade pop songs

and adding color to the high

contrast grey

days

playing jazz and new world sounds

on countertops and garbage

cans we danced like

children

and somehow managed

to touch each others

sweet

spot

Combustible Bliss

Like a meteor shower

dancing down

my drain

i stay inside and

watch it rain

all purple haze and

shimmering film

and the blue light from the television

watches me as

i watch it

the commercials created our desires

then packaged our dreams

and trademarked the

empty places we

tried to fill

it begins to rain harder

and i can see

the volcanic

dust

and it’s july 17, 2017

on a wednesday

at 11:00 pm

i bought everything i could

but i’m still alone and

think of you

often

as i lie here stuck in between

yesterday and

tomorrow

in this combustible

bliss

The Orange Summers

The Purity of Laughter

I can feel your words tracing

my time worn veins

like a jazz drummer

your beats

search

like sonar for lost

fragments

and the rhythm

of your breath

blows

life into these

time worn

veins

and I remember the

purity of your

laughter

and how it

made me

smile

Light

I walked out at my stop on the f train that morning

and saw him playing his plastic keyboard

filling the station with a soundtrack for

the new day

As I climbed the stairs I heard him say

I hope you fall

In love

And as I stepped into the sunlight

I realized I was laughing

and I am light