You’re right, of course
about everything...
and my heart
goes boom in the night.
There’s a slip in the ship
and never the twain shall meet..
Perplexed mind
underscoring
the uncertainty.
Sleepless nights and
restless days and weeks
and months and years,
and yes, even decades...
Festering fear and
harboring discord and
unfortunately,
hatred of times gone by..
Forgetting the good,
the positive,
and yes, even the growth,
that we both knew
and loved and shared
a long time ago...
Quietly, without celebration,
the past disappears
into the future of hope.

Parachutes billowing,
floating
above the abyss
though we all once knew.
Parachutes colliding,
landing
upon the barren land
that man once had.

They came by the millions
     drifting from heaven.
Their reason for being...
      a mystery to all.

Parachutes flaunting,
opening
to reveal themselves  
so that man might learn.
Parachutes lifeless,
wafting
through cloud speckled skies
when man was glad.

They came by the thousands
    dropping from heaven.
Their reason for being
could not be explained.

Parachutes lingering,
meandering
toward their spacklespace
of the damaged sphere...
Parachutes multicolored,
sized and shaped
caught in the crosswinds
and turbulence of man.


They came by the hundreds
crashing from heaven.
Their reason for being
was not understood.

Parachutes traveling,
transporting
the essence of life
for all to perceive.
Parachutes tangled,
snared and collapsed
by pettiness and greed
of those who wanted more.

They came by the dozens,
groping from heaven.
Their reason for being
was a little too late.

Parachutes hanging,
lifeless
not realizing their fate
but expecting the best.
Parachutes sputtering,
idling over the masses..
too blind to see...
too ignorant to know...

They came by the millions
but now there are none.
their reason for being
will never be known-

Apparently,
I thump my thighs
missing a beat
left by my side
in the argument
of confusion...

Apparently,
I look the fool
aimlessly adrift
forlorn in my
abstract direction
looking for keys...

Apparently,
I’m not the boy
playing baseball
in back my house
the weakest one
doing his best
to succeed, not to fail...

Apparently,
I fantasize, still do at 52
‘bout being the best
standing straight
and *****
at five feet two
It’s always been...it always will...

Apparently,
my dormant tracks
came fool circle
with endless
Cheshire cat-like grins
pretending I’m in
but I’m not...

Apparently,
and eventually
the laughter subsides
and the hurt
hides inside
while the clown reappears
or the drum rat-a-tats
and the pain still remains...

Apparently,
I died a million times
I’ve sailed
the dreaded seas
near and far
upon the ship
taking one last trip...

Actually,
I’ve learned to cope
to deal with the disease
and live the life
and the hand
I’ve been dealt...

She disappeared
     what seems like eons;
I miss her everyday.
     Carefree... flamboyant
      reckless and tortured.
She grasped for solitude.

She disappeared
     for who knows how long;
but time is running out.
     Each day grows shorter,
      and I’m no smarter.
I wait for her return.

She disappeared
     from body and soul;
for no apparent reason.
      She flew up...grew up
       and found her airway.
She left me in her wake.

She disappeared
      I wailed and puled;
hey wait, it’s me you flee.
       But the look of her pain
   and the shame in my heart
were really both the same.

She left
and disappeared from sight;
her name scrolled in the sand.
       She disappeared
    and won’t come home,
til carefree days are here.

Take me in you, now....I’m dying
take a deep breath and inhale me
I love when you do that
and ****** me the way I love the way you do
with branch like fingers
and flowery tips...
****** me...and never stop
take me in and set me free
let me in to your beauty
and change me for life
take me in
take me in
and remember where we’ve been.

Silly games we play
on the game board
of life…
under the pretense
of irritable hushes….
and the stubborn
disingenuous excuses.
The games we play
as if we were twelve
remain with us and
cost us precious time
that neither of us
have to waste…
We move like pieces
and buy hotels or
rent rooms for the night
and play the games
only to hurt from
the loneliness,
self pity and confusion.
The games we play
are not as fun
as they used to be
when we were young,
because there’s so little time
left to enjoy them.
The games we play
are not games at all
but rather
the lives we
choose to live.

Your mind attached
right now..
to things we used
to know
wrapped around the cortex
refuse to slip away...

The life we used to live
a distant thought before
has reemerged with vigor
dusting brains
for colored prints and more...

My mind connects
to thoughts
of memories’ inner space.
The reason for it all,
I used to wonder why..
it vanished with the days...

We held within our minds
the age of reason’s way.
Reminders of what used to be.
The life we used to live,
is all I know today.

Set sail for an unknown voyage,
Deep, deep, deep within my mind.
A book without a written page.
An actor without the Broadway stage.

Drift, drift, drift, for thirty score.
Forget all life; forget mankind.
Delve, indagate, search and explore,
the coming of peace and the end of war.

Enter now, what will be the end.
Only the cruel are left behind.
Trapped in a world that will transcend,
With phonies and liars, too hard to mend.

We’ll set sail for that mystical place,
Where never a word is said unkind.
Gaze, gaze, gaze without a trace
Upon war and hate and pure disgrace.

To enter my mind, I will admit
Is like entering the sea totally blind.
Sink, sink, sink within the travelled pit.
No one knows how you’ll benefit.

Rest, rest, rest in that silken bed.
The trip you’re on is hard to define.
You’re aware of your trunk, your limbs, your head.
Hey passengers, guess what? You’re dead.

Anatomically sound, befitting a king

swaying alertly in the waves, I sing.

Hearts, at sea, floundering and pounding

against the cavity of my chest, astounding.



V-Day arriving, and leaving without me

swimming with shellfish and sharks at sea.

Satisfying love’s unique quality,

and breathlessly waiting for me to be we.



Tortuously lying in the keel’s utter mist

waves exploding above, below and amidst.

contemplating all that I ever wished,

remembering when, at first we last kissed.



V-Day, a special enchanting display,

lovingly speeding, though slightly astray.

Wishing you love in a happiness way,

throughout a belated Valentine’s Day.

Anatomically sound, befitting a king
swaying alertly in the waves, I sing.
Hearts, at sea, floundering and pounding
against the cavity of my chest, astounding.

V-Day arriving, and leaving without me
swimming with shellfish and sharks at sea.
Satisfying love’s unique quality,
and breathlessly waiting for me to be we.

Tortuously lying in the keel’s utter mist
waves exploding above, below and amidst.
contemplating all that I ever wished,
remembering when, at first we last kissed.

V-Day, a special enchanting display,
lovingly speeding, though slightly astray.
Wishing you love in a happiness way,
throughout a belated Valentine’s Day.

If I could figure out the snit that I’m in now,
and understand the state, and how I got there
then perhaps I’ll get a sense of where I’m heading,
or at least from where I started this long journey.

My mind is shackled like a prisoner on the lam
and crashing out for freedom’s choice or bust.
I must admit I’m crazy from the fever,
and searching for the answers never found.

There was Martin, and John and Gandhi too
teaching love ins, peace and happiness.
We wrote and sang and made love in bushes
While celebrating Woodstock Nation.

But, we  had Tricky **** and Kissinger
insisting on a war that no one wanted.
The killing fields stretched cross the ocean
to my backyard and yours, remember?

So choose my brethren, choose between
a war of blood, dismay and  torture
or of peace and love and happiness,
and a place called Woodstock Nation.