Robert Frost

One way
In a poem
Frost didn’t
To think
About death:

Wherever he is
Or isn’t now
Robert Frost
Can’t say
I’m alive
He’s dead.

Another way
In a poem
Frost didn’t
To think
About death:

Wherever he is
Or isn’t now
Robert Frost
Can’t say
“I’m alive.”

He’s dead.

Birthday Boy

From head to toe
I cover my shame
In baby oil

Close my eyes
And make a wish

I haven’t been this hard
On myself
Since my first crush held me

In the palm
Of her hand

Closed her eyes
And made a fist

In Her Infinite Wisdom

In her infinite wisdom,

I tell myself:
“This is a moment of suffering.
Suffering is a part of life.”

God’s shadow responds:
“I, too, am suffering.
Suffering is a part of my life.”

We admit
We are powerless
Over time.

I cradle
God’s shadow
In mine.

In her infinite wisdom,

Trivial Pursuit of Happiness Hurts

I once knew a person
Named Ophelia
She worked for United Airlines
She was a stewardess
Or a flight attendant
She was many different
People at the same time

Ophelia get me to a nunnery
I’m a cloud in your sky
I’m an unruly passenger
With this poem I can’t wait
To share online:

“naked and afraid
up all night
weep all day
Big Brother said
Kilroy was here
watching Big Brother
man versus food
man versus nature
man versus man
god versus god
good versus evil
spy versus spy
poet verses poet
verse chorus verse”

To be or not
To be

A stewardess
Or a flight attendant
There’s no question

This trivial pursuit
Of happiness hurts

I’d rather be a cloud
Or the sun in your eyes

Trivial Pursuit of Happiness

Thesis Antithesis Synthesis
Id Ego Superego
Client Therapist Transference

Cash Credit Debit
People Places Things
They’re Their There

Mind Body Soul
Underactive Thyroid
Overactive Superego

Netflix Hulu Prime
Facebook Twitter Pony Express
Myspace Napster AOL

Anti-Poems Made Of Non-Sense
Like This One Called
Trivial Pursuit Of Happiness

Thesis Antithesis Synthroid
My Reflection Is The Shadow
Of My Not-So-Super Superego

How’s It Hanging?
Little To Left?
Too Far Right?

Low Testosterone
High Blood Pressure
Intensive Care Unit

Rock Paper Scissors
Duck Duck Goose
Skin Tag You’re It

Naked And Afraid
Up All Night
Weep All Day

Big Brother Said
Kilroy Was Here
Watching Big Brother

Man Versus Food
Man Versus Nature
Man Versus Man

God Versus God
Good Versus Evil
Spy Versus Spy

Where Do You
See Your Selfie
In Five Years?

Great News
Your Windows 10
Machine Meets

The Requirements
For A Free Upgrade
To Windows 11

Nothing’s Gonna
Change My World
Across The Metaverse

When You Fall Asleep
You’re LYING Down

Let’s Eat Our Feelings
Bacon Lettuce Tomato
Sloppy G.I. Joe

Uh-Oh SpaghettiOs
Leggo My Superego
Alfred E. Neuman

Ate Too Much
Chuck E. Cheese
What, Me Worry?

Ode to Reese Witherspoon

Billy Corgan spoke in class
Today he said is the greatest day
I’ve ever flown an airplane
High with Eddie Vedder
Over Wrigley Field
But don’t call me
Shirley Temple of the Dog
During the in-flight movie
Monsters vs. Aliens starring
Reese Witherspoon

Dr. Seuss put Paul Newman’s
Fig Newtons all in one
Basket of deplorables
Next to the incredible edible
Fabergé green eggs and silent
Ham radio of the lambs
So let’s go Jodie Foster lock him up
Tomorrow on The Morning Show
Starring Reese Witherspoon

The Incredible Hulk Hogan’s Heroes
Celebrated Halloween on Good Friday
The thirteenth day of Christmas
When the Grinch lost his marbles
Playing Hungry Hungry Psychos
With Hannibal Lecter
And the Hogan family minus
Valerie and Jamie Harper Lee Curtis
And the star of Legally Blonde 2
And Legally Blonde 3
Reese Witherspoon

Dr. Phil Donahue told Maury Povich
I’m not the father of pop psychology
I’m Ryan Phillippe and I know
What you did last summer in the Ozarks
You laundered the color of money
And killed a mockingbird
Named Marty Byrde
Thanks to your cruel intentions

Swine Flu

Cat Stevens was up Schitt’s Creek
Without a paddle after crashing
Eugene Levy’s Chevy
But I said hold on to the night
Because sweet American
Apple pie dreams are made
Of jumbo Dodger Dogs like this
One with red hot chili peppers

Sergeant Pepper told Petula Clark
It’s getting better all the time
Since you’ve been mine
Things will be great
When you’re on Downton Abbey
Say goodbye Norma Jean
Here’s a candle to blow out
Under the bridge downtown
I gave my life away

Billy Joel Armstrong
Sang us a Green Day song
Elton John’s the piano man
I’m Maggie Smith

Little Orphan Annie Lennox
Read a book to Richard Marx
While Daddy Warbucks sang
“Imagine” in the dark
With a little help from my friends
At Central Perk the day
John Lennon died

It’s been sure nice talking
To you but it’s time to put
Little boy blue and the man
In the moon to bed you see
My new job’s a hassle
And the kids have swine flu
But it’s been sure nice
Talking to you Don McLean
Bye-bye Don McLean bye-bye

Pursuit of Happiness

pursuit of happiness
kids marriage debt
white picket fence

work from home
work from work
work work work

feel like shit
make your bed
lie in it

scratch my back
you do you
go fund me

price is right
come on down
spayed or neutered

adam and eve
jack and jill
adam and steve

spin the bottle
all the way
just the tip

rock paper scissors
duck duck goose
tag you’re it

feel like shit
stay in bed
grind your teeth

give me guns
give me liberty
give me death

stop drop roll
lather rinse repeat
stop drop roll

lather rinse repeat
stop drop roll
lather rinse repeat

give me guns
give me liberty
give me death

The Hole Story

I’m OK
with feeling
down today

I woke up
on the wrong side
of my head
with a lump
in my throat
and a limp in my leg

tender is the nightmare
said my father
who never slept
standing up
like a stumbling block

when my father was a kid
a tomboy who chased
him on the playground
said in his mother’s voice:

“the best part of you
is still
running down
your old man’s leg”

or maybe the best
part of me to honor
his memory made
this hole story up


Call me No-Man
I will teach you
The meaning of strife

Watch me sink
Or swim
In the belly of a wail
Just a stone’s throw
From a sandcastle
Bucket in the sky

Row your boat
Asunder watch me
Spit or swallow
My pride

Tie forget-me knots
To a paradox before
Graduate schools of fish
Watch me sink
Or swim in the deep
End of knowledge

It’s not the size
Of the No-Man
On an island

It’s the emotion
Of the ocean
Under the weather

Forty-Seven Lines

The dreamer
Wide awake
Within me
Tells a figure
Of speech:

“The dreamer
Wide awake
Within me
Is a figure
Of speech.”

The dreamer
Wide awake
Within me
Is a figure
Of speech

In a poem where
The answer
To the question
“Who am I?”
Is in question.

Here you’ll find
Four stanzas
Five lines each
No wait now
It’s five stanzas

Five lines each
No wait now
It’s six stanzas
Five lines each
Thirty lines in all.

Why limit myself
To thirty lines
When so many words
Dance like angels
On the tip of my tongue

I’m rambling here
In stanza number eight
Which you guessed it
Contains five lines
I’ll stop at line forty-five.

I promise.
Believe me.
This is it.
Stanza nine.
Line forty-five.

Isn’t silence

Sensitive Subject

I want to love
a brave woman
a smart woman
a playful woman

I want to embrace
the universe
of joy and sorrow
alive and well
within the soul
of a single woman

but my body is afraid
of being
hurt again

after years of writing
about suffering
and surviving trauma

my body remains
a sensitive subject

My Happy Place

it’s where the sidewalk ends
like my youth

it’s where I lost
my marbles

it’s where I sleep
like a baby
sawing wood

my happy place
remains so vast
you can’t find it
like a needle
in a knapsack

this is the best stanza
I wrote last night
in my happy place:

“tie forget-me knots
to a paradox before
graduate schools of fish
watch me sink
or swim in the deep
end of knowledge”

it’s an exclusive club
my happy place—
no pricks allowed
except the dick I think with

Chronic Pleasure

grief derails
my train
of thought

my shadow
sees a light
at the end
of the tunnel

being sad
makes me

and I know it
clap my hands

wouldn’t it be nice
to feel
chronic pleasure

I asked a doctor
of philosophy
and down
on bad luck

she smiled
as if to say
go fuck yourself

Blank Sage

burn all
the books
I wrote
on a whim
and a prayer

I am nothing
more than
a blank sage

tired of being

tired of sitting
with my thoughts

to the one
who hurt me
I say:

hold this poem
near an open flame
catch your soul on fire

Be Not Afraid

I’m a humble fish
In a coy pond
At the edge
Of a river
Where the wind
Runs wild.

Fish is a noun.
Fish is a verb.

I’m a man
Like a fish
Out of water.

No. Wait.
I’m silence
In motion.
A blank sage.

Neither noun
Nor verb
Nor fish:
A blank sage.

I’m a thin blade
Of short grass
At the edge
Of a river
On the verge
Of collapse.

But I’m not afraid.
For I have fallen
Apart before.

Yet here I am.
With you.
Be not afraid.

All together
Here we are.
Be not afraid.