the bottom

Be aware, every bottom has a trap door.

After the midnight hours,
two policemen sat me in the backseat of a police car and transferred me from the first precinct, where I instigated and underwent a mild beating, and then they took me to the holding facility in Hempstead.
The policemen escorted me to the rear passenger side door, and as one of Continue reading

A Note From a Dad

She’ll be ten this month…

I remember when her bottom fit in the palm of my hand and her head would rest on the inside of my arm, just below the elbow.
She had tiny, little ears, a little nose with almond shaped eyes and a little round face.

She was perfectly flawless.
Her hair was very light and thin. She mostly slept, in the beginning.
And of course she ate and she messed her diapers.

This seems as though it was yesterday…
 It must have been yesterday. Yes, I think it was.
 It was yesterday; she put her Continue reading

a poem for you…..

This is for Daddy’s little girl~

You should know that I have never gone away.
And though you may not see me as you once did;
I see you more clearly now than ever before.
Remember:
While born of the body, the eyes close to sleep or they sometimes shut in thought. But I am not of the body; I am of the spirit, and my eyes never close,
not even to blink.


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About a Night in My 20’s at Hellfire NYC

We agreed to meet by the intersection at 9th and 14th Street. I waited for my girl in front of the building with a triangle footprint, between 9th and Hudson.  As the time passed, I wondered if she would actually show.

Waiting outside, I was amused by Continue reading

my working man’s dream

Heading southeast of the J.I. Buoy, and passed the lobster pots at The Cholera Banks where small fishing boats work the bottom, and passed The Yankee, which is a little more than 20 miles out, and passed the H.A. Buoy, beyond The Bacardi, and south of the Texas Tower is a place called The Hudson Canyon.

I miss this place

On an early afternoon, we set out Continue reading

yesterday’s thought

Everyone smiled when the sun went down. The lightning bugs began to flash their tiny green lanterns, which reflected above the small pond at the bottom of the hill.
The tree-lined mountains tucked beneath the color of sunset, and for the moment, all was quiet on the farm.

The cows moved closer to the barn. The two Continue reading

junkie

I try not to give in
but,
I see you wipe the temptation from your smile,
which inevitably calls after midnight to ask me something intriguing.

You see?

I am alone
and you are like the wind through the mane of white velvet horses,
charging through the sands in my spine,
and promising me the wealth of your temporary ponies.

This how the body folds
the mind slips into distance
hours escape

and the Lower Westside is dealt another loss.

It amazes me
the way years pass ….and yet
you still wipe the temptation from your grin as if to say,
“I’m over here.”

Man…
20 years clean
and he died as if he never stopped.

“What do you expect? He was a junkie….he asked for it.”

Believe me when I tell you

…..no one asks for this

 

 

an old piece written for a fallen friend

You slipped away from us and like a child of winter,
and found yourself in the conclusion of an ultimate hibernation.
Sleeping beneath the lifeless drapes that cover your windows,
your eyes were like tiny symphonies that stole light from the prospect of truth

 (Only, you never knew it)

It seemed as though the grin you kept was sharp
Like a knife….
and I suppose it cut too deeply,
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Sunday morning prose from the tattooed minister

On a day when I was lost:

I stood on a pier not far from the piers I would go to as a child.
I had been there before, but I was blind then,
or maybe I was too young to see.

It was as though I saw the ocean for the first time.
The sun beamed down and danced between the rippling waves.
I saw something in myself; a reflection, perhaps.
I felt a personal resurrection, and though I Continue reading