Some of the material on this page is included in my upcoming book: Love & Disdain.  
Some love the title, others disdain the title. But isn't that title dissimilar to the realities of our lives?  

                                    "Inspiration knows not how to tell time. She comes when she wants."

Disdain -

I don’t listen to love songs 
It’s blues I prefer.

Tales of endless passion 
proclaimed in love songs  
last only moments  
before love goes wrong

Blues sooth the soul
for within those songs
emotions absorb sorrow
when love's gone wrong.

Blues reflect truth
heartache and pain
knives in the chest
love's been in vein

Inside the blues
harsh words define
betrayal and lies
that love is a crime.

It's love I reject
blues tell it right
no proclaimed glory
blues tell no lies

I don't listen to love songs,
It's blues I prefer. 
The Essence of Being

You opened your 
You let me look in.

You exposed your 
You led me to think,

Your beauty is
than eyes will ever see.

I opened my
I let you look in.

I expressed my 
You started to drink.
Romance in Isolation -

Romance in isolation.
Kept hidden away.
The ideal way
to grow relationships
according to those 
who practice this.

Eliminate the risk
of reporting
romantic failures
to friends and family,
to the President,
to Chairman Mao,
to the press.

Nobody will ever know
It was there.

The Romance that is.....
Insane -

You said:
"I think I’ve gone insane."

I said:
"If this is insane 
  let me on your train"

You smiled.


The moon is bright
The sky has light
The weather is right

For a midnight stroll
Through a graveyard 

We cannot see our eyes,
yet with our eyes
we see everything.

We cannot touch our brain,
yet with our brain 
we touch everything
​       _______
Hole in my soul -

Your eyes burned into my soul,
not all the way through,
just a tiny little hole.

Was it continuation
of days gone by,
or a new hole
just to satisfy?

Was it as deep 
as the first hole had been?
Or only as deep
as the tip of a pin?

Matters not 
the size the hole.
Matters that 
You burned into my soul.

Boredom -

We suffer from the same malady 
my friend
We suffer greatly from a disease
invisible to most
Only those properly trained can see it
after they’re told what it is

We suffer from the great disease
therapists call depression
prescribing little pills
the depressed
a smile

Fuck the clinical diagnosis.
You and me
my friend 
we suffer greatly from something
much more simple
much less elegant,

​      ____________
Death by Boredom -

Should you find me
one fine morning
in my bed
write on my epithet
Death by Boredom

I despise the gray skies
that turn
  My Drive
  My Creativity
  My Desire
to mush
like the gray inversion
within which exist 

It comforts me
to lay in bed 
under the warmth
of duck down feathers
trying to understand
matters of importance
whatever those may be

Should I get up?
Should I stay put?
Should I have coffee or
water to drink?
Should I drop acid?
Maybe a morning joint?

Thoughts of importance 
.I question why?

Should those thoughts
have importance
pity me not
for I have died
that pitiful 
unceremonious death

Death by Boredom
​       ________
Winds of Desire -

I am a traveler
on a lonesome road
seeking the mother
of my children
still unborn 
for the 
winds of desire
abandoned long ago
to blow again
​       ________

There are messages
In our dreams
Take heed
of what we see
it forecasts
what could be happening
They give directives 
to things 
that change.
We never know
what’s to come,
but pay attention
to the dreams
they may tell us 
the future;
they may warn us
of terror
that may be 
lurking ahead;
they may advise us
of things 
we left behind
that aren’t dead.
There are messages
of importance
There are movies
for fun
Pay attention
to your dreams
unless you have none
if that problem
can't be undone
stop taking 
When you wake
before you rise
there’s one matter
of importance:
Play the movies
in your head.
won’t be there,
they happen
during the day..
​      _________
Dawn reclaims day

As dawn reclaims the day
from night
the sky brings us
new light
​      ________
Property Rights

You gave me your keys
I gave you my sperm

You asked for your keys
I asked for my sperm  

I complied
You refused

You said it was yours
Claimed I'd had fun
Return in six months
Visit our son.
​        _______________

I chased love
Love chased me
Occasionally we
caught each other
who cares
who chased who.
Time to move on

I am unpleasantly calm
Coffee and jellied toast

Reading miserable poetry
written long ago
by the stranger
who was me

I am restless in my calm
is it time to move on?

it is time to move on.
​        _________
Sky orange red 

The ground trembled
a deafening roar
Sky orange red.
Walls and trees tumbled
hot winds blew
across the land
without restraint
in all directions
radiating outward
delivering destruction
to all matter in their way.
Barren landscape
forever changed
because a man-child
is so deranged.
High in the sky
a red cloud appeared
radiating outward
like a mushroom it grows
attached to earth 
by its hideous tail.
The orchestra plays.
Citizens cheer.
Soldiers at attention
gaze at their leader
high above them all
applauding and smiling
knowing the end will come
if not from within
from forces outside.
Kim Jung-un won’t tell them
there is no place to hide 
from the radiation 
from the bombs that will fall.
He’s not leaving alone.
He’s taking them all.
Nothing is Clear

It’s four in the morning
It’s late in the year
Our souls come together
Yet nothing is clear

Not looking for lovers
That’s not it my dear
A good friend to help me
see what is not clear.

My body is callused
My mind so unclear
I reach out to touch
Yet it’s touch that I fear.

I reach now for guidance
As I try to steer
Through murky gray matter
Where nothing is clear.

It’s five in the morning
Still nothing seems clear
The chill of your body
Means daylight is near.
Tribute to Leonard Cohen

We’ve grown old together,
Forty-some years  
since being acquainted. 

We were young.
We had energy.
We were vibrant.

You were older,
but age mattered not.
Time propelled us forward.

Your books, 
your mysterious lyrics,
survive all the years.

You’re still older,
much older than I.
but time matters not. 

Your music
sooths my soul.
that will never grow old.

You know me not.
Yet, you I know
from books and songs.

We stand united.
Two artists,
slaves to our craft.

we’ve grown old together

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And though
we live forever
It's only
a brief moment.
Eternal Love

"My love is eternal"
I declared while
deliriously eyeing
the butt-cheeks
of the waitress
walking away
from our table.

We must change
every day
to prevent
being swept away.
Midnight Stroll

The waning moon
reflects off
the blanket of snow
covering  rooftops
and streets
make the time ideal
for a
midnight stroll
Life or Death

I get hyperactive
run in circles
Don't know what to do 
how to resolve issues 
can't deal with  problems.

It's no different
than when lost
in a forest.

Those who survive
become hyperactive
run in circles
look for a way out
out of the forest.

Those not hyperactive
those who can't do that
lay down
and die.

whatever it's called
is a necessity 
for survival
and life to carry on.

It is a long trail
down which we've come
There's a long way to go.

It is a long trail
to the new home
we hope to find
Nothing for us 
but highways and time.

It is a long trail
down which we must go..

Colors -

Lavender the fragrance 
  you bring to the room.
Turquoise sweater 
  your figure defines.
White pearls emphasize 
  your neck so soft and smooth.
Translucent blue eyes  
  you open to draw me in.  
Soft supple lips you use 
  to mesmerize.
Golden the glow 
  you radiate into the Universe.

Forgiveness -

I never asked forgiveness
for the wrongs I have done
except from one

I never thought myself
as being God's son
Confession and communion
helped me none

But there is one
from whom
I plead forgiveness
for the wrong I have done.

It won’t come easy
May not come at all.
If that is the case,
I will take the fall.

If not forgiven
for the wrongs
that I have done
to that one
I pray time
will allow 
that wrong
to be undone.


I have no siblings
Once there were two
Such things happen
When I get screwed

Kinship and blood
Matter not much
When to siblings
It’s my dollars they touch

Death of a parent
Begins the dance
Dollars like sugar
Eaten by sibling ants

I have no siblings
Once there were two
Their memories erased
When I got screwed.
​          __________

It Calls

When I was young
the sea called to me
sailboats and surf boards.
keeping me same.

Now as I've aged
deserts calls my name
red bluffs and sun
keeping me sane.
Forgiving fear -

To those in whom
I instilled fear
I ask forgiveness
for my actions 
that inflicted pain

More than that
I ask for the love
that once was there
to be cleansed
of that horrid stain
that stain of pain.
Storms did roar -

You opened the door,
soothing breezes were there.

I stepped through the door,
warm winds began to blow.

We took the hinges of the door,
desert storms for us did roar.

Once Red now Gray -

Once she was red
Now she is gray
Provides a reason
For me to stay.

Though not as young
She loves to play
Inside and out
Together we stay.

Relive our youth
Unable to do
Active we are
We're in the groove.