An Abomination*
Ice-gleamed streets, sky an ebony
and a girl accordions her tiny car
into the back of mine.
She, carmine-streamed, head throug

An Abomination*
Ice-gleamed streets, sky an ebony
and a girl accordions her tiny car
into the back of mine.
She, carmine-streamed, head throug

The Old Floridian Non-Conformist
The young prize individuality
And choose to feature navels and t
But that, I think, becomes confor
When choices made are what a milli

,The Honky-Poet Blues
(With apologies to Bessie Smith)
I’m sittin’ at my keyboard almos’
I say, I’m sittin’ at my keyboard
The wife want rent money,

Give Me More Light
Give me more light
I’m getting desperate here, you kn
show me what you’ve got
is Ann Landers still around?

Poets are, to most, myopic geeks,
Effeminates with scarves and inch-
writing schmaltz with feathered qu
There are, it’s true, purveyors of
of teddy bears and valentines,

The Pathetic Fallacy Revisited
I’ve seen near shore a sycophantic
A cautious waiter at an osprey’s f
I’ve seen his cohorts find the bea
Their interest in the dumpsters mu

Miniver Cheevy Rides Again
or
You’ve Got a Problem with That?
I sew women’s gingham bonnets.
I assemble covered wagons.

Slow cooking is the wisest way:
Avoid inclusion of exotics
till you know their flavor fits.
Ingredients from Eastern lands,
are never easy to digest,

My friend, your tender ego giant-s
Makes you condemn the past and yet
Find caveman lust your love now ca
Antiquely unaware how you’ll debas
Your brain is raisin-like with wri