Friday, April 9, 2010


We found him on a mountaintop
Many years ago
Frozen in a block of ice
Buried deep in snow
We thawed him out
Then gave him food
Hoping he would change his mood
He only grunted
Then stared at us in silence
Soon it came time to leave
We decided to take him along
Giving him a name-Bruno
Dressing him in a thong
Next day came and we were home
New York City here we come!
Bruno looked at all those lights
Smiling at everything
Next Sunday we took him to Times Square
We gave him Rum to drink
After five quarts he'd had enough
Now he lays there on the sidewalk
Barely does he wink
Occasionally he grunts a bit
Refusing to depart
Onlookers go about their business
As Bruno lays there on the sidewalk
Oblivious as a fart

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"En amour, écrire est dangereux, sans compter que c'est inutile"

In dedication to her spirit
To that which I have known
Erected by these humble hands
Unto her heart enthroned
Upon a mast her garment
In margins of silence
Abstract in its many ways
It flourishes in defiance
To all that has ever been
Or all that ever will
The never ending throb within
Of which will never fill
In the heart of my hearts
There is nothing more to say
No tears except for joy
Under skies of gray

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"Wandering Dreams"

Carried by gentle winds
Dreams reach out in frolic
Touching our hearts
In ways only known to those
That allow them in
In likeness to the tumbleweed
It rolls across the prairies
Over haunted mesas
With ferocity in its gallop
Under the burning sun
Its spirit coaxes the mind
Inviting those who journey
Over such horizons
That flourish in the wind

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