The right winter
for dope and ice
for walks along the river route
home

The right winter
for arctic pin-***** wind
holes in boots
turquoise dress coat
far too thin
for walks along the river

But The Merrimack couldn’t find her way
when fabric moguls migrated south
Fascinated by nylon nasties
they traded their silks and cottons
for those petro-polyesterdays

While she—
could no more manufacture life
than mint their money
So, they blamed her
Pronounced her—“Dead”
Decried her “*****”

Now—
She wanders sadly under bridges
stopping to eddy in an overhang of birches
In dank canals, I found her sleeping
angered only at the falls

Poor outcast!
with current edge she splinters light
from cities sadder still
retching her oily stench 
        past Plum Island
into the sea— into me

What’re a few warm tears
falling from someplace on a bridge
to the icy waters of the Merrimack?
Rivers get lost in the ocean don’t they?

Let them find each other there

-on an old guy's christmas dinner and his small guests

I like a swift horse on the table.
On our plates we have oats and wheat,
but it's on stories of the races
that we actually feed.

Let me offer him a brimful thimble
to sprinkle his wins with an immortal wine.
Let me gently take his head between *******,
pat his back a bit, a silver racing horse so fine.

Don't think I'm lonely, I'm no bore.
Last week I had the oxen and the ***,
exchanged ***** gossip on our saviour.

For new year's eve I'll invite a whale.
Serenely we will sing a sub-sea song:
"In bright blue bubbles, let's drown the year's old tail!"

At all times
We are loved
At all times
We are looking
Inside trying to
find the truth
At all times
We doubt
We wonder
Why we are here
At all times
We question
Ourselves
We wonder
Why things
Are the way
They are
At all times
We must
Remember
We are whole
We are loved
To make it
Through the day
You must
Remember
At all times
My friend so
You can make
It through the day
Never forget the
Lessons from your past
At all times
Never let go
Of who you are inside.

Many great people have come and brought light into the world. Many people have been great souls and have taught us much, but only one left then returned to speak again. A man from Nazareth who worked with his hands, spoke words of beauty and forgiveness. His truth rang out to the masses who then betrayed him. Killed for the truth, he was buried, but then crossed the divide of death. He came back and was seen and spoke another truth. He rose to show us that death is not an end, but that there is more life than what we now see.