My boys and I in Reno
Sledding in the snow
Big blue sky
Yoko yo yo yo yo!

Tidal pools in Monterrey
The boys still so young
San Francisco Zen
Young sons sung

Two years in Taipei
Won ton soup at night
A few months in Bangkok
Sor Juana's mystic flight

Give my best to Chicago
My best to Alex too
Susan Darlene Meek
Dark hair, eyes of blue

              ' tis true

Gonna see my son tomorrow
My beloved youngest son
Eleven years old
Baby, Born to Run

My Uncle Marty died
Skiing accident
I cried and cried and cried
Even God could not prevent

St. John's Jesuit High School
Toledo for a time
Vegetarian burritos
Cranberry juice with lime

Paul McCartney in Baltimore
Mother Mary Let it Be
Gonna see my son tomorrow
The youngest of my three

                        Oui We.

Mr. David Markson
In New York City alone
Me in Charlotte, NC
I threw a Rolling Stone

Got off work early
Cold November Rain
DC for basketball
Take the Metro train

The Americans are ignorant
Dumbfuckistan
Senyorita bonita
I wanna be your man

How bad will it get?
Migrants on the run
Fascist USA
Give up, Give up your guns

       Have un pequito fun

............un Escritor.........
Inner Harbor, Baltimore
                 4044

Why all these poems?
Quiet desperation.
I am a troubled soul
Silent meditation

Hair handed monks
******* peepers
Disappointed Platonists
Hey now jeepers creepers

Gotta work today
Didn't get much sleep
Maybe later take a nap
Dreaming of the Deep

Dumbfuckistan
America goes down
In Dublin meant to be
When Love Comes to Town

Up at night and troubled
Can't find any peace
Modern Istanbul
Maybe Ancient Greece

No woman, No cry
Sting and the Police
Only in death
Do all troubles cease

Hagia Sophia
Red Pine, quietly
Almost no influence
3333

Die and disappear
Die inevitably
Trouble comes next year
Try now to break free

                  Si.

There is no perfection
There's barely even goodness
Time tick tocks
Sick and suffering

Peaceful, quiet nights
Arthur Schopenhauer
Temple of the Dawn
The pain that living brings

Call my second son
Deer sleeping in the grass
Thus it comes to pass
Sinatra can surely sing

One is the loneliest number
In my solitude
I do not intrude
Lost wedding ring