Tonight the moon shines blue
Darkly lit it sits in waiting
Anything but an effervescent hue
Sadly moaning and contemplating
It’s too late for anyone to look at the sky
Too late to notice the tears in its eyes
It’s too lonely to call out a name
Too anxious and full of shame
Tonight the moon shines so blue
I wish I could help, but what can I do?

I was taken by surprise
when her Dad handed me the keys..
“I have a meeting in the City,
Could your drive her to school for me”
That day I had not thought to drive,
My own “K” car was in the shop.
I was having the rear brakes replaced
because sometimes I like to stop.
My car was an econobox
but for my purpose fine.
His car was a Red Firebird-
Top down, top of the line.
The day was clear and drenched with sun-
The perfect top down day.
We waved goodbye as Barb and I
pulled out and on our way.
We heard something from Stravinsky
On her father’s Classics station
As we drove across the Bridge
to her college destination.
The Cross Bronx, unexpectedly,
was light of cars that day.
Traffic on the Bronx River
seemed to yield us right of way.
I pulled in near Bathgate Avenue
And gave my girl a kiss.
I would have liked to linger
But that final she couldn’t miss.
The engine gave a gentle purr
on my return trip down.
I met up with her father
And he dropped me off back home.
With both hands in my pockets,
I watched as he drove off.
The car would prove a classic,
The girl proved, alas, aloof.

Allowing him
A total stranger
Into your world
Only to have him judge it

He wasn’t right in it anyways
A dinosaur in a dollhouse.

All you’re left with
Is sheets twisted around
The end of the bed
A quiet house
Faint smell of cologne on your pillows
The kind that smells cheap and tacky
And an emptiness inside
That you’ve felt before
But now it’s inescapable.

There’s a bar in Baltimore
Called Bad Decisions
And I think this bar
Has perhaps traveled around with me
In my inner conscious.
Because lately
That’s where you can find me.

You were there
So close
That I could feel
Your breath
On my neck.
Touch
became instant
Gratification.

You were there.
So close
That anytime we touched
it was a spark
Leaping out from the coals
because it was not
Ready to die out
and that made me
have hope
that maybe
I’m not entirely
Opposed to fire
As I thought I was.

Because Fire
Rages
Consumes
Cares nothing for what has happened
What could happen
Or what will happen
and there’s something
So entirely ****
About that concept.

And you made me
Forget about
all the ****
that happened before
and all of those ghosts
that used to haunt me
Were silenced that night.
and I thought
If you could do that
You could probably
Do anything.

if it is not
my thoughts
that float through my brain-
it is the isolation
that drives me insane

A vast array of dandelion fields
Alone color;  All harvest yields
A new morning came; spring
A ray of sunlight made flowers sing
A heart beat is all life needs to strive
And feeling that fresh air to tell your Alive;
 A single word can change        
A phrase ; Any that starts with A's
A single phrase can make it right
A phrase that keeps you up at night 
A careless thought of apathy 
A thought that no one thought for me 
A dandelion,  grows always alone And free.