i had the windows open

the heat

and of all the nights
not to be able to fall asleep

and the neighbors had their
bedroom window open, too

some songs you never forget

and he played the same song
over and over
like ocean waves cresting,
falling onto the sands of time
and never lost in memory

yeah, the fireman
had a wife and child

some songs stay with you

touch you some place
to deep to descern

some corner of your mind
holds it tightly, angrily,
hidden away in that dark corner
of never forget

i don't know who sang it
or the title
but i learned every line
that late august night

it ended with

"Lord it'sad to be alone
help me through this night"

and the fireman turned off the stereo

no muffled sound
no flicker of light
just the shot


"Lord it's sad to be alone
help me through this night..."

some songs play over and over

... on and on...

i was watching
Shane's funeral

beautiful
and deservingly so

and i wondered
who would come to my funeral???

(debt collectors
police
2 x-wives
DEA)
(surely
i'm heading to purgatory)

perhaps she'll come
the woman who wants to be a mortician
i meant her at the liquor store

i answered her ad
in the A.P. press,
it read, as follows:

Female, a young 60
likes UFO stories
and exorcisms
loves to watch autopsies,
has a potato chip
that looks like D. Trump!
(not for sale)
will be in front of BY-WAY Liquor store
7 a.m. Tuesday. Gladys.

and one thing
led to another
SO,
here i am
and the the smoke
from the camp
fire's
burning my eyes
i'm on my 18th can
of miller light
Gladys and me
are looking for
UFO s

sometimes you perceive things
as they
aren't

and some will look at the ground
and never have to look up

and some will stand in the sand,
and not be held by fingers twisted with fate,
gaze up at the stars
with wonder

some only look down
to watch their dreams fall
to the ground


and then there was

Cathy Brown

I wrote
"I love you"
on a napkin
got caught in the rain
on the way to her apartment
and when I gave it to her
and she unfolded it
there was a beautiful flower

I never told her I love you
never had too

the light in her eyes
the twinkle of stars...


I was watching an old movie
and the make up artist
was

Cathy Brown

while I dipped
my ******* in the holy water
of madness???
why not write a poem
I loved the name so

the touch from her fingers
kept me sane

some dreams never vanish...

do you believe this **** I wrote
sometimes I need
to not
get serious

I love you Cathy Brown.

( A poem I wrote many months ago when muslims were being killed in Palestine, Syria, Iraq, but it still applies in recent refreshed genocide of Palestinians)

Wars round the corner,      
wars at every bend      
Could it be that all this warring  
  would never ever end?      
     
Mass massacre and genocide      
is what we fear and apprehend     
Selfish apartheid oppressing poor folks      
On suppressing others they depend!      
     
Why can't folks borrow love      
and peace too learn to lend?      
For peace-loving persons      wars are hard to comprehend      
     
But in which blessed century      
will the world its ways amend?    
Why not be all sincere      
when peace they recommend?      
   Its hard to not avenge the dead      
So to revenge and defend      
some will feel the need to offend   
 Yet the oppressed dying more is the trend    
   
Why can't we all as Adam's progeny      
simply unite and blend?      
The world's tearing apart,     which saviour's gonna mend?    
 
When the scissors of tyranny      
all peace efforts ruthlessly rend!    

 When will all the saviours      from heavenly heaven descend?      
So we watch and hear all war cries      
unto thin air ascend!      
When peace be the only choice,      
the only probable trend!      
     
Ah, instead of fending off war drums      
why peace plans off we fend?      
Why peace is so complicated      
with double standards at every bend?      
     
Will all state treasuries on aggression alone      
their budgets, finances spend?     
Why can't every foe we know      
turn into a caring friend?        
So we're stalked by friendship    
 and ambushed by love godsend!    
 A world where warlords      and  war heroes become zeroes   
 who in the first place did offend.

  With peace may no nation      
merely play and pretend!      
Hypocrisy is calling freedom fighters terrorists      while their State bombing and shelling  never end.