More poems

I call this venting in different directions


 I am more impressed with your fascination than the lessons you try to teach
I feel this shows a real version of who you are
nd yet…….here you are

Preaching to the choir to hear yourself speak,
and not once do you share your thoughts
on how life has graced you, one moment at a time.

 You pulled a trick, though.
I’ll admit it.
 The crowd laughs and the joker smiles
It’s good to pretend, I know.

But the later months of the year tend to be colder,
and you, with no one to warm the hand,
will sit by yourself

never truly revealed
 never daring to watch the sunset
and too afraid of exposure
I think you forget one simple fact:
you can fool the masses…..

                                                   but you can’t fool the mirror


Cross-legged, right over left, on an otherwise crowded train
a woman dangled her high-heeled shoe
from the tips of her painted toes
and she bounced her bottom leg like a nervous twitch.

 Her sunglasses pushed the amber-colored hair away from her face,
which exposed the fact that she rarely smiles.
She yelled into her cell phone, “I don’t care where you sleep tonight!”


There was an entire world around her…
we were stuffed on a train after a long day at work,
and listening to the accounts of pretty girl’s fallen love life.

“Good,” she demanded. “I don’t care where you go!”

From the three-seat row, two seats behind a man shouted
“I don’t care where he goes either, sweetheart, so long as he goes there quick and you hang up the goddamned phone!”

There is a punishing minute in life,  which comes for everyone.
Hers is when she realized that not only did she feel stupid…

but she looked stupid as well.


 Man always using the second floor bathroom:
I see you often enough to say hello, but I never do
I just look
o expression; just a blank stare without a welcome

 I don’t care much for you,
or the way you degrade your secretary

You seem to think people beneath your position
are actually beneath you in life.


 To hell with your Rolex ……I know more about that watch than you do.
Damn your Canali suits and put aside your wedding ring

Open your eyes

                                                 (because if you did)

maybe then you’d see your wife laughs and offers herself to every other man she sees.


 I don’t blame you for my position
I don’t blame the Monday’s, or the long shifts for the way my body feels
I’m not complaining…

I don’t mind the way you look at me and disapprove
 My choice to look as I do comes with the backlash of ignorance
But understand:
to you, the ink in my skin or the rhythm of my speech,
is all that I am

 However, I am not limited to what you see or what you think.
“That’s why we never talk.”
I am more than your social snobbery.
I am more than my blue collar, the dirt beneath my fingernails,
and the manual labor, which you seem to think makes me uneducated

 I have an education…

 I call it life on life’s terms.


 At the service entrance of 10W 33rd St,
I stood beside a man whose morning ritual was to down a fifth of vodka
in one gulp as though it were water.
He then slammed the emptied bottle into the trash can,
followed by the thirst-quenched, “Ahhhh,” and said, “Now it’s time to go to work.”

Every day, it’s the same thing
Monday through Friday, 8:45am
One of the shipping clerks in the building used to say, “That shit is gonna kill you one day.”
About to open his bottle the man said,
“We all gotta die sometime.”

 “But that shit will kill you quicker,” said the clerk
He was wrong on that one.
It wasn’t the bottle that killed the drunk
It was the bus on 28th St and Broadway

………..that’s what killed him.

 I remember this when I look at you
Going the way you’re going,  
I’m starting to wonder how long this life you live will last.

                                                   But in the meantime…

 Stay away from the corner of 28th and Broadway.




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