July 12, 2008  :: 0 comments

You ask me what I want from life and I say:

A few tears cascade down your cheeks.
Some wet your parched lips.
I taste your tears.

“But there is so much more than I possess.”

“If I can truly love you, I will be free to
love others.”

“Well, they say you’ve got to love yourself
before you can love someone else.”

And so I gaze into my multicolored mirror
speak to the others, bathed in colored lights
or pitch-black darkness.

“Today, I love you-all of you-for a few
minutes, within the sea of contaminated
time, flooded with rage,
but calmed by soothing
waves of colors

& a vision that we are one.”


July 12, 2008  :: 0 comments

I’m traveling on the Road of Dreams. This is my dreamscape if it’s me.
Got to call old Sigmund Freud, a kindred soul, and ask him if it’s me.

Once, I went to the Theater of the Absurd and searched for Truth.
Tried to understand why I’ve suffered so much and if it’s me.

On a dog day afternoon, I walked on the Coney Island Boardwalk,
saw a freak show, watched my ghostly face in the mirror and asked if it’s me.

A woman of beauty, with red flaming hair, danced naked in Central Park.
“I love my man!” she shouted. And I whirled and swirled and asked if it’s me.

The train rushes across the vast Waste Land and a bearded man sleeps.
I’m a Man of the Woods and a Wizard too-if it’s me.


July 4, 2008  :: 0 comments

A rose dancing in the wind-
ripped apart,

severed from its roots in
the dark storm


still dancing in the wind-
unwilling to die,

determined to be-
a homeless rose-

swirling in the storm-
inhaling the

luminosity of soul far away

as it dances in the wind,
releasing the scent
of a dying rose,
and breathing its final
dwindling breaths
but still breathing and dancing
through the wind


into Eternity


July 4, 2008  :: 0 comments

Inner space, outer space,
Spider web, broken mirror,
Fire & light, or earth &
Desert night,

Choose life at the center, or
Death on the fringe
& enter with passion and desire,
Enter the sacred place,
Hidden in inner space.

Red room, blue room, enter
Through the red room; inside,
Outside, & sitting in the blue

Overdose-crackling gloom,
Broken window, lethal visions,
Broken door,

Ghostly man & someone died
Sitting in the dark, a tomb in
Outer space, invisible in the
Human room.

Inner space, outer space,
Broken mirror,
Looking in/out,
No one’s there,


July 4, 2008  :: 0 comments

The young father and son run along the pristine beach,
stopping at times to taste the turquoise ocean &

to play within the magical kingdom of holy water,

splashing and anointing each other &
dancing through the rising waves

that reach up toward the majestic sky.

It is a perfect dog day afternoon and later,
Father and son will lie on the sprawling sand,

feasting on love and baking in the brutal gentle sun.

To end the day, they rush off to Mallory Square in Key West
Florida to watch the miraculous sunset.

A perfect day, indeed. But it is Yesterday, decades ago.

Today, the old young man rushes slowly through the labyrinth of
his soul and tries to recapture that precious day. He meanders through

the surreal landscape.

Yet he can’t find his son. Of course, the dead can’t speak to us. Can they?
He hears a distant voice whisper:

“I love you, Daddy!”

Silently, he screams: “Hello, son.”
With his boy nestled in his soul, he saunters off to

Mallory Square to watch a golden sunset.