One on the Proud Boys
One eye on the Night

But when I put my glasses on
A lovely hidden light

Trying to junk my car
Vegetarian delight

Bernard Lonergan S.J.
Canadian insight

Dylan at the Greek theater
       Odysseus and the Lotus-eaters
                   Musician and deep reader


          though long ago, I still need her.

Cherry blossoms at Easter
Pink and lovely white

Tulips in the front yard
Petals her delight

I like eggs and chocolate
I like new t-shirts

I like Resurrection
I like Ernie and Bert

             Bernie!

The power mad ravings
Of an invalid

Job interviews all morning
I am tired, so I retire

I leave the hotel
And runwalk through
15 below windchill
To the little restaurant
My face stings as I run

Quiet conversation
With the lovely waitress

Steam rises from my shabu shabu
                    And vanishes

I take the taxi
To the museum of fine arts
To view the portraits
Of John Singer Sargent
(Yes, Catteleya, they are beautiful indeed)

Late in the evening
I begin my winterwalk home

But first I stand outside
The museum
For 37 seconds in silence

And I Appeal to the Great Spirit.

All day in job interviews
I am tired, so I retire
Run from the hotel
To the restaurant
10 below wind child
Wind stings my face
Out of breath, I sit down
Small talk with the beautiful young waitress
She brings my shabu shabu
Steam rises from my soup

              And disappears.

Taxi to the Museum of Fine Arts
All afternoon
The portraits of John Singer Sargent
(yes, Catteleya, they are beautiful indeed)

As I  prepare for my winterwalk home
I stop for 37 silent seconds in front of the museum

And I Appeal to the Great Spirit.

Job interviews all morning
I'm tired
So I retire

Leave the hotel for the restaurant
15 below wind chill
Stings my face

I sit at the bar
Talk with the pretty waitress
She brings me shabu shabu
I sip my soup
Steam rises
Then disappears

Taxi to the Museum of Fine Arts
All afternoon
The portraits of John Singer Sargent
(Yes, Catteleya, they are indeed beautiful)

I prepare for my winter walk
Back to the hotel

In front of the museum
I pause for 37 seconds of silence:

And I Appeal to the Great Spirit.

job interviews all day
I am tired, so I retire
15 below wind chill
the wind stings my face
as I run to the restaurant

quiet conversation
with the lovely waitress
steam rises from my shabu shabu
                  then vanishes

taxi to the Museum of Fine Arts
hours viewing the portraits
of John Singer Sargent
(yes, Catteleya, they are beautiful indeed)

preparing for my winterwalk to the hotel
I pause for 37 snowfall seconds:

and I Appeal to the Great Spirit!

When nothing is forbidden
  And I fear to be bed-ridden
       My hope - the Holy Hidden

To each his Dulcinea
To each his Colorado
La Florida Senyoras
Carolina Inn

Gonna watch movies today
Forget about my hemorrhoid
I'm intrigued by Dune
Where should I begin?

I read of Mexico City
La Raza Cosmica
Viva la Vida!
Did not like Sicario

Oh those black haired beauties!
San Francisco Zen
Cross the Border when?
I wonder how far we go?

                Ole!

It's often best to live alone
People are quite cruel

King Lear tried to force real love
Which is why he's the actual fool

American life is meaningless
But they don't tell you it in school

You have to visit Paris or Rome
And then comparatively drool

Such soul sorrow
Emptiness. Depression.
Try to carry on
Be the best dad I can

Keep them safe
Un pequito happiness
Moving forward
Rockin' band

               And ...

The incredible calm from conversation
Talking soothes my soul

I lay here in the night
No purpose and no goal

I went mad in the Trump years
But my country went mad too

Now I just want quiet
Nothing grand to do

My children all with video games
I still have my books

David Markson speaks to me
Into his text I looks

I keep writing couplets
Simple little rhymes

Phone calls with my sons
The best in worst of times.

The traveling was a gift
Ireland, Sweden, France
I woke up in Charlotte
Shiva, Lord of the Dance

Jerusalem was brown
Tel Aviv was blue
You didn't listen, Dr. Frenkel
But still my best to you

              Bipolar hue

The short drive to the cemetery
But Hitch Hikin' all day long
My life is often agony
But my parents live in the song

The little way and patiently
I once wrote Walter Ong
Just to do my best
Markson: Als Ick Kan

                Long gone

The incredible thrill
Of my face between her thighs

The incredible thrill
Of her no mascara eyes

Just one time
Gentle, timid, shy

Time passes, Time passes, Time passes

Just one email
Then again goodbye

Music, movies, mysteries
But then that terrible silence

Wind and rain in the green trees
War and pain and violence

I have no desire to go outside
My food I have delivered

My hopes do fade, My fears increase
I cling to every sliver

Sleep it comes and I give thanks
To life or my own brain

Best to you, humanity.
Fly your starship plane!

To fight the frightening thoughts
Kind conversations

Prayers in the night
Waking meditations

Dailiness in love
Strength for one another

Sleep and wake anew
Be there loving brother.

Brown Bulkington
The Southern one
   Know ye not?

fleeing the Sacred
sleeping naked
        honesty

In the end life is tragic
Father Greeley and the cab

I don't really believe in Magic
But we did have a black lab

She was sweet and loving
She put a spell on me too

I think she put a spell on me
So I could put a spell on you

                 Be true!

Carolina blue
New basketball

Playin' each day
How 'bout ya'll?

Sunrise, Twilight
Silent call

Fr. John Grace
Greeley Hall

     Ireland!

Does me, nor my family,
No good to intensely hate myself

Not perfect, just better
Mr. Markson on my shelf

Will Ferrell in Stranger Than
                 Fiction
Will Ferrell in Elf

Will Ferrell mocks George W.
SNL is real intelligence wealth

Continuous convalescence
For my family and their health

                     Amen.

I wish to fly away
Pegasus I'll ride

Moonlight in the twilight
My children at my side

No more family fighting
No more marital strife

No more cruel unkindness
From my unkind wife

We land upon the sand
Football at the beach

I hold them by the hand
I love them all and each

At night we sleep in peace
What dreams may come what may

Silence deep within
We greet a better day

I write into the Night
         desperation sensation
                     Hey now!

i've known the mystic terror
my fears form full of mind

love is waitingly
listening and kind

tragic from the music
trapped tiptop by the past

silently eternal
Hey Now! everlast.

An afternoon in Helsinki
Book now on my table

Green dome white cathedral
Adam raised Cain and Able

Rick Steves in Gamla Stan
Stockholm in sweet summer

Dublin, dearest Dublin
With the Polish plummers

I like UNC
Basketball delights

Hey now, come and see
I am one who writes ...

This I believe.

Says Satan in Paradise Lost.

Kingston Trio, Folk revival
San Francisco Bay

Santa Rosa, my youngest child
My middle in Taipei

Fairfax for the oldest one
What else can I say?

3 is a magic number
3 times 'round I pray

             Patience.

Better watch that Herman Melville, he's a dangerous character, said Stanley Crouch.

Says Stanley Crouch.

Meaning in life
But no meaning of life
So George Will says

But I was Born in the USA
Unlike you
Ronald Reagan not my Prez.

I like mystical Messiahs
But I do not take the Fez

I'm with Victor and Thomas
Gettin' free from the Rez

And I'm with T.S. Eliot
You are with fascist Uncle Ez

I'm 51 years old
Since 5 a true page turner

Nearly twenty years a teacher
That's how I was an earner

Now I'm unemployed
But inside I'm still a yearner

Please, dear God, O please!
Make me a lovelight learner!

For wisdom regarding
what to do

And the words to keep
the wisdom true

Decades later
I still thank you

Please help me fight the fear
Twilight true blue!

bound for the bookstore
  Markson a bit more
       his No roars
             Selah.

David Markson
Alone in New York City
         Writing

David Markson
New York City
        Joan

Science fiction
Is where the Sacred goes to hide
Try to break on through
To the other side

Wade in the water
The water is wide
A ****** of crows
The lions of pride

What I wish she would say:
He tried tried tried
Johnny Cash
Cried cried cried

George W. Bush
Lied lied lied lied
Dublin pubs
Malahide

           Chicago!

It was snowing when I was in Vienna
Cathedral, bookshops, hot chocolate
A bit of a fairy tale to me
But ordinary for the Austrians

I've been to Trappist monasteries
And Thai temples
And the San Francisco Zen Center
And the ocean alone

America began in genocide
All those tribes
Decimated
Reservations remain

Salmon today
Phone calls to my sons
Ice on my windshield
No nay never nay

        Callooh! Callay!

childhood with sports and games
  may the play each day still stay
     protective, reflective names
                 hey, hey, hey

                callooh! callay!

waking in the morning, my mojo coming back
I watch, I wait, I wonder - think of what we lack
Now I pray, portray, and ponder -  plan again my new attack.

                                         Selah.

According to Anonymous

Said Anonymous.

I feel intense regret
about some badly chosen words
But please, I did not know

I trusted you,  *******
Music I love so

Karma is a *****
You'll be meeting her soon

I'm a man of Night now
My only light the moon

I wax. I wane. I wax. I wane.
I cut your heart out with a spoon.

Yes, Fr. Greeley.