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Little Black Dress

The curve of your back
the twist of your hair
that intent blue-eyed stare
the little black dress
and leather sandals
your flat silhouette
and my love handles
I'm so obsessed with 
your little black dress
and the way it hugs your hips
and the gloss you put on your lips
then back in your bag
beside a trendy fashion mag
I'm so obsessed with
your little black dress
I can anticipate the sound
when it shimmies from you
and hits the ground.

My Angel Dee

I miss you so much 
I keep reaching for your hand to touch,
Hundreds came to pour out their love
and embrace who's left with their tightest hug,
Harder and harder they squeeze 
trying to hold on to dear Denise
whose heart they say was the kindest
and whose smile seemed to remind us
how much we were loved and appreciated
now she is gone and we're devastated,
Her kindest heart was dealt the cruelest hand
and for that I can't understand why
as I cry and cry until the well runs dry
and fills up again to pour down like rain
on an empty street where I feel left alone
until I hear her laugh when I'm called back home.

For Jacqueline Marie

To wed my love, a chance at bliss whose odds are fixed in every kiss
Life and love held hand in hand, sparkling in  each wedding band
The shimmering Sound could not divide, Family and friends stand by our side
Work proved an easy place to fall in love, Forever grateful to the Lord above


When my life does expire
my poems will roll on like a tire
even though the words
and thoughts aren't new
the arrangements will give people 
something to chew on and on
as the threads become smooth
the next generation will feel my groove 
and light their own fire
with ditties that inspire 
as they roll on like a steel-belted tire.

Thank You Lord

Thank you Lord for the ability to make a wrong a right and coffee and aspirin after a late night,
Thank you Lord for another chance to run and laugh and for declining the penalty after an ill-advised gaffe,
Thank you Lord for treating us all the same and for being impartial to our endless blame,
And thank you Lord for listening to my prayer and letting me know you're always there.

Unre quit ed

Unre quit ed is a bitch
A back to scratch that doesn’t itch
A nose to pick that always bleeds 
A potted garden full of weeds
A towel to dry unwashed hands
A container filled with rubber bands
Unre quit ed is a bitch
A gaping wound with no stitch
A mirrored ball with no dance
A matching top with no pants
A drink in hand with no thirst
A thinking man’s muttered curse
Unre quit ed is a bitch
A name I’d say but just can't snitch.

Working Man Blues

When that odd day comes
and I'm finally out of debt
I shall sit in a soft chair and
light up a cigarette
I will enjoy a good smoke
then I'll let out a sigh as
I think of all the days worked
and the time gone by
The bills will be paid
my stomach well fed
I'll watch some TV
before I go to bed
and dream of all the things I have
and those I should get
and in no time at all
I'll be back in debt.

Mourn the Slain

Mourn the slain
of every color and domain
Oppose the violent and profane
and wisdom of the criminally insane
Violence begets violence, there ain't no gain
Tyrannical politics fanning the flame
No common decency to ease the pain
Just surging hatred toward fellow man
In the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave
Nobody's right unless someone is wrong
Each one of us deciding who does belong
Not a different tribe or religion
Blindness stands in way of our Founders' vision
that we are endowed by our Creator
Who sent forth a lover, not a hater
Who stood only as tall as the smallest one
and told us to love each and everyone
But we keep trucking a different lane
At speeds too fast to mourn the slain
and foot too heavy to hit the break
and a fury too blind to see our mistake.

Loss for Words

Loss for words
Planting grass seed for birds
Picking up doggie turds
Outside in the sun

Can not think
Ground needs a drink
Birds don't blink
Kids shrieking with fun

Pause to breathe ...
Birds starting to leave
Kids start to believe
New green grass will come.

February Comes and Goes

February comes and goes
Where the days go noboby knows March comes in like a hungry lion  to eat President's Day leftovers nobody's buyin Beware the Ides says Great Caesar's ghost or was it a Hollywood Oscar host? Easter risin like a cat on a spring jumpin upon you like a sudden fling Pollinating flowers into new born buds Sittin on a cooler knockin back suds  The days grow longer with nothing to do The heat presses down on your frizzy hair-do The leaves change and the air grows brisk while Wall Street portfolios mitigate the risk The holidays swirl and smack you like a tornado New Year's Eve ball drops at midnight, wait though ... I haven't had time to change my clothes Another February comes and goes.

The Words

It used to be the words dripped off my pen like honey,
now it seems they're only in it for the money,

They come and go as they please,
proving to be no more than a tease,

At times they'll disturb my sleep,
coming on in torrents that appear too deep,

Moved by the fear that I may drown,
I reach for a pen to write them down,

Then I get the feeling that they're only using me,
waking me from my sleep to set them free.


What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore -
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over -
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode? 

- Langston Hughes, 1951


I'm worried this won't come out right.
I worry that I eat too much and drink too much.
I worry that I'm not getting my money's worth.
I lie awake at night worrying about not getting enough sleep.
I worry that I'll say the wrong things or that I won't say anything at all.
I'm worried that people will see the real me and not like him.
I'm worried that I'm not as good as I think I am.
I'm worried about not enough time and not enough money.
I worry that I've made the wrong decision every time I get dressed.
I worry that my sons are going to turn out like me.
I worry that they will learn as I did, the hard way.
I worry that I haven't learned enough.
I worry about who may read this and who may not.
I worry that the joke is on me.
I worry about the outcome of football games even when I don't bet.
I worry that I've made the wrong decision at the checkout line.
I worry about home invasion and infestation.
I worry that I may lose control.
I worry that I tha…

Pencil Skirts

Bryant Park autumn breeze
quaff a half-dozen Long Island iced teas
among a swarm of honey bees
circling burgers smothered in cheese
and girls in pencil skirts above their knees
whose allergies to cats make them sneeze
while handling lobbyists with grace and ease
until happy hour's over and she flees.


Confidence is in short supply
even in the wink from a sure ally
Whether pulling a rabbit from a hole in hat
or pulling a tight sweater over a roll of fat
If you got it, you don't have to pretend
The outcome is certain, press play, hit send

Confidence is the antidote for anxiety
as often purchased throughout society
It is the bare leg of Angelina Jolie
and triple sevens, holy moly!
It is the steely gaze of a man who can't be beat
and the polished wingtips that adorn his feet

Confidence is a soaring note in an emotional song
and no need to apologize after it all went wrong
It is a trait we seldom possess
fragile as a liar under duress
It's something we all want to follow
to keep safe from regret that may find us tomorrow

To know the outcome before the event
To be sure of oneself, that's confident.

Hawaiian Surf Princess

Kauai, January 2008. Northbound Highway 56. Surf report on the radio.

Hawaiian Surf Princess

Point your board toward the next run Waves rolling on Kaelia Beach  where one long day runs free
Sea sun glisten off taught brown body and  navy wet-suit top and bright blue bikini bottom
Shot like a bullet through a barrel Rip the surf and fall like an angel  To rise and ride again and then return to shore  where I am paralyzed by your beauty
Throw your board atop a friend's car  Pop the trunk and rinse your mocha hair Its length, the only excess on your sleek frame

Breeze blows your ethereal mist in my face as you peel your top off your taught back Aloof calendar pose,  "Was doing terrible before you showed up"
Board a bumblebee and scatter off   Sunlight kisses your lips and strokes your hair Heavenly statue in the parking lot of Kaelia Beach 

The sea is your throne  the fragrant air your kingdom A gallon of fresh water, your coronation.

One Take

Leap year into forgotten wonder bra commercial 
where a young lass’s hair ain’t all that bounces like a quarter 
off a sticky bar or the driving rain off the hood of a car port 
in a quaint New England town overlooking Long Island Sound 
and the spawn of a million oysters to end up as empty shells on tables amid fables of barroom romances from a century ago and actors like Grant and Gable who were able to say more with a wink than a good long Plato think on the underprivileged and lack of clean drinking water or vapor in the form of Vader and the force that pulls us all in some precarious direction or perhaps to the top of the masthead in a magazine or a vessel of blood drop oozing from the corner of a wolf’s mouth somewhere in the deep south of Jack London’s mind behind the steaming carcass of progress and inevitable debt and dirty diapers that the earth brings to the unsuspecting moms who accept the challenge in return for fading beauty and eternal memory of all to be accomplished and s…

Work's an Easy Place to Fall in Love

I sure as hell ain't no Justin Bieber, but I am fascinated that this "music video" was shot on an iPhone and published to YouTube in the time it takes to fry an egg, although my eggs tend to be more palatable.

The days of recording on a four-track and then mixing tapes to play in the car or wherever else you had a "captive" audience are shrinking in the rearview mirror.

Thanks to my son, Shane, for contributing his background vocals on this track.

PS - Happy Birthday, Mom!

Tuesday, Sept. 11, 2001

My lungs burn with the ashes of the desperate,
The last gasp stretches across the river and into Brooklyn,
From the roof, the triumphant towers' boastful predecessor,
Green on St. Patrick's Day, purple for Gay Pride,
Red, white and blue on the Fourth of July ... Now black,
The Empire State in mourning,
The wondrous skyline, majestic, awe inspiring,
Raped while I watched helplessly,
Now thousands of people all looking to help
Thousands of people who can no longer be helped,

New York, New York, the city so nice
They built the tallest building twice,
A master plan destroyed by a mastermind,
Newly fueled jets, United, American,
Strike the heart of money and American defense,
Allies of Israel, enemies of bin Laden and the Islamic zealot,

Thousands of refugees on the Manhattan Bridge,
I stopped and stared, the Mona Lisa lost her nose,
The masterpiece wrecked, the smoldering tragedy, unequivocal,
A ferocious bite taken from the Big Apple,
The restoration and mourning will loom larger than the structu…

The Face That Launched a Thousand Ships

The face that launched a thousand ships,
I wonder if she had your lips,
I wonder if her kiss was gold
and who listened to her stories told,
I wonder whom she deeply loved
and whose tired shoulders she may have rubbed,
I wonder who watched her comb her hair
and whether or not she minded their stare,
I wonder how beautiful she looked in her clothes
and how many if anybody truly knows,
I wonder what secrets she kept in her heart
that set her so many miles apart,
I wonder if it was possible to possess such a thing
or how it might sound when heaven's angels sing.