the eldest of three sons
and the father of three sons
while reading The Brothers Karamazov.
Gracias, Mr. Markson
in the early morning light
four dear deer
in the lengthening afternoon
my darling son draws near
in the twilight basketball court
Max from Heidelberg appears
inside again today
avoid the summer heat
nothing much to do
no one to defeat
if she called me I would run
to wherever we could meet
but I am not the one
so I walk the solo twilight street
so little love in this country of hate
money and insults is how they relate
this they believe is the path of the Great
I remember you, Samantha James
I am one who remembers names
I know my poem was a little strange
But the dream and song somehow came
And I was led to you
by London’s train.
the critics are quite vicious
because they cannot really write
they sit in judgement upon others
yet fear to bring their work to light
how many poems did you create, Professor?
none have Bloomed within our sight
Shakespeare was a teacher
He wrote for sheer delight
I saw him once in Staunton
ReneThornton in mystic Night!
both Moby and Phillip K. ****
the book I love and the flicks
try the best I Kan, indeed Als Ick ...