Category Archives: poem

coming home from the beach (impossible)

i left the ocean
crashing pulling, so
oblivious, and i
dragged my wreck of
salt and hair and
said goodbye to the
grains and shells
the jellies,
surfers skaters punk kids
drunks,
drove out thinking, one
child builds a fortress and
guards it with her life
while the other runs
with knowledge that high
tides will always win…
left driving
with “flashback weather classic rock”
and tried to set in motion:
the impossible comes to life.

bass player at The Horse You Came In On

Angelo playing inside
these filthy walls since ’90
no longer plays to the walls
but is the walls
is the smokeyceiling
theneonlights thehanging
plants
the thuddrumthuddrum
thuddrum comeon !

all us hangingvines
pour the cobblestones
drink seasons moldy classics
become bassline players like Angelo
slowly slowly over time, thuddrum
thuddrum comeon !

crabcakes with the living

i laid my twin sister
of 87 years
to rest
in a humid mausoleum
fans churning stale air
stirring my white hair
slightly
the pastor speaking:
twins have a special bond
and
the Lord is with you.

i feel her
squeeze my hand and
no one notices.

Oh Marie! Oh Marie…

i watch the coffin blessed,
say goodbye to my husband,
(also waiting)
and leave
to go eat crabcakes
with the living.

like an 84-year old chord

gentle rub rub
of the dock
trees sway
oh that cityfied night sky,
all purple
and lit from within,

beyond that
one year dusted, it
shivers neon, reminding.
“Rusty Scupper
Restaurant”

      when i had but
      change in my pocket
      when i had but
      blues on my side….

around, and out
B.B. King
and Lucille
“the thrill is gone
the thrill is gone away.”

then. clapping.

echoes the air like an
84-year old chord.