Poem: Howl for Alan Ginsberg

I have seen my countrymen draped in flags howling in screeching voices echoing talking heads
without a shadow of original thought
holding with arms their arms that have no arms to hold them back rolling in surplus ammo and
decommissioned military gear for their childhood cosplay fantasies
screams about the disenfranchisement of the hetero white male oppressed my women with dicks
wrapped in a rainbow of skin colors protesting about lives that matter

Poem: Dear Charles (Bukowski) Written on a Cocktail Napkin 5/18/21

I wish
I could’ve seen you
in your unwashed glory
five day old beard
of someone who couldn’t
careless
smelling
of indescribable liquor
sweats staining
a tee shirt
that was white once

Poem: Flowing Waters of Love

She moves like water
Flowing forward fearlessly
Falling gracefully
Waiting for me to catch her
In my arms shaped by her love

Poem: Empty Streets for Empty Souls

Empty streets feel lonely
Even in the yellow lights
Of ever burning street lamps
Casting pale shadows
On late evening wanders
Meandering cracked paths
Leading to locked doors
Shuttered windows dark
No safe harbor in the night

Poem: Wound Wound

The needle is the key
Sunken deep in her vein
Wound up like a clockwork toy
She teeters through motions
Slowing movements winding down

Poem: A Bird Alone Optimistic

Feather wings spread wide
Filled with gusts of air
Soaring high outside
In the blue skies fair

He sings his sweet tune
To an unseen mate
Hoping soon she’ll swoon
And love will be fate

Poem: Understanding from Within

When I try to see the world
I become like a blind man
Unable to see beyond self
Too big in its immenseness
Of diversity and divergence
To understand with one set of eyes

Poem: Intentionally Living Movement

She lives
Like time matters
Intentional movements
Guiding her gracefully forward
To fate

Poem: Blue

Blue is the color of her eyes
That turn a deeper shade
Of cerulean when reflecting
The clarity of summer skies

Blue like the deep of a lake
Her azure soul is filled
With experiences lived
Reflecting love and heartache

Poem: Experience Disconnect

Like a see-saw out of balance
Stuck with feet off the ground
Kicking against the air
Trying to come back down
But the grounding of her brain
Has become negative space