Saturday, January 31, 2009







PSYCHO-DELIC

Purple leather turtles
Smoking hippy rats
Gastric glands
Secrete Orange Juices
Leave my stomach
Swim in land.
Cauliflower hairy clouds
Pouring purple rain,
Heavy inches
Salt dry water
Sad the clown
Drowns again.
Mushroom confusion
Stop long haired ants,
Angry bitten leaves curse
Paparazzi popping plants.
Slow feline drivers
Married canine sky divers,
Jump outside
Hot left shoe.
Cell phone starts ringing
Soprano liver singing
Strange writings
Because of you.
Hush rush
Drink liquid Ink
Flamingo thoughts
Dream is pink,
One pill
Black rainbows will
To purposely get lost.



ANDY WARHOL WAS MY NEIGHBOR
9 East 32nd Street
Between 5th and 6th
New York City
Apartment 3C
SVA Art Student
Living with my cat
“Loco”.
On same block
Andy ran his “Factory”
Saw his visual self,
Frequently.
Crossed each other one afternoon,
He gave me a free copy
Of his “Interview” magazine.
23 years later
Was thinking…
…Had I asked for his autograph,
God knows the value
Such copy would have today.

Thursday, January 29, 2009





UNFAITHFUL

Humanism
Atheism
Independent moral authoritarian,
Where lies your omnipotence
Whilst your star plummet from the sky?



LI PO
Drowned in
Yangtze
Sober river
Drunk
Hoping to embrace
Full moon.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009


NON STOP
All will end someday.
Relax
Rejoice
Rest on faith
Make a difference,
Prepare for the eternal flight.

Sunday, January 25, 2009



DRESSED UP

T shirt
501 Jeans and
Sneakers…
…Am I in heaven?

Saturday, January 24, 2009



EVERYDAY

February 5th
Two thousand and seven,
Saw you the other day
Daydreaming as I lay,
“Chicken Dancing” in heaven.

Wintry Miami morning
Woke up to wet grey
Unlocked my imagination,
Took you out to play.

Happens every 5th…
…Happens everyday.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

















FULL CIRCLE
As a child,
You respect your father/afraid of him as well.
As an teenager,
You feel you can take him/ fantasize about it.
As an adult,
You respect him/once again…
…you have matured.

Monday, January 19, 2009



POEMS

Time
Is leaving
No time
To do what I must.
I ought to find time
Use prose or rhyme
To prevent write
Decaying
To dust.

Saturday, January 17, 2009







APOCALYPSE
Why do I want to write?
And you,
Read what I have to say.
There has to be something better,
More important to do today.


AN EVENING WITH EVE

Tragedy
Catastrophe &
War.

Thank you Adam,
We are…
…The weakest link.

Thursday, January 15, 2009



TEMPEST

Blind images
Deaf mind
Trapped in a storm
Impossible to rhyme.
Dark drought drops
Drips sequester time
Thirsty for words
Invisible to find.
Cursing write weather
Soaking under dry sea
Absent ideas
The wet poet in me.








Why

Can you feel
My intense call?
Hear my loving
Crawl the wall
Carry Echoes
Of despair
Clouds of sorrow
Float in air.
Do I ever
Cross your mind
Just a ghost
Marking time,
Scarring thoughts
You will be mine
Committing sin
Cosmic crime.
Forgive my selfish
Eternal cry
Which will forever
Question why
This wasted love
Just had to die.



Monday, January 12, 2009



GHOST WRITER

I
Only
Want you to
Read
My poetry
Perceive the voice
Echo from
Each page.
Spare me
From all
Open Mic nights
Readings,
Let’s remain
Forever
Imperceptible
Friends.

Saturday, January 10, 2009



MAR

l
Me gusta tu nombre
Como suena,
Tu dulzura atrae
Me llena.
Mirada escondida
Y ajena
De que mar saliste
Sirena.
II
En la Arena escribo
Buscando inmortalizar
Lo que siento por tí
Sin que se lo lleve el mar.
Profundas las aguas
Que ahogan mi corazón
Más rápido quiero nadar
Y entre las olas
Pedirte perdón.
No te zambullas Sirena
Solo me voy ahogar
A bordo mi barca
Tu belleza y alma pura,
Tan solo quería pescar.
III
Se retiró el mar
A la orilla regresé
Te busqué en la profundidad
Pero nunca te encontré.
El destino lo quiso así
Mi corazón quedo palpitando
Preciosa Sirena fugaz,
Por donde estarás nadando.

Thursday, January 8, 2009


PLETHORA
Most poets
Put pen to paper
Numerous poems
A day.
Habitually I write one,
This one.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009




BACKSPACE
My muse is packing
Dumping me.
Can’t blame her
I’m dry as a bone
She’s feeling blank
Lonesome
Pitiable
Take her
She’s easy
Make love,
While I edit and
Delete another sentence.

Saturday, January 3, 2009













HOW DO YOU SPELL BEAUTIFUL?
Y-o-u.















2009
Countdown
Begins,
66 Degrees
Starry night
Embraces
New Year.
Sanibel & Captiva Island,
Our
Gulf shore hideout.