Profile

Profile

Is she
Pretty
Wistful
Haughty
Well off
Upper middle class
Lower upper class
No, is she really…

Her hair is
Soft
Ringleted
Auburn
Dark auburn
Abundant
Straight
Well coiffed
Springy?

Her heart is
Simple
Spiteful
Generous
Inconsiderate
Filled with longing
Bursting with…

Her dress is
Shapely
Au courant
High couture
Haute culture
Sienna, no
Tan
Brick tan

Her face is
Handsome
Hopeful
Ship launching
Heart breaking…
Sly
Intelligent
Jaded
Fresh as a peach
Unfathomable but
Plain lovely

It’s her subway stop
Some day we must meet

A New House

A-New-House


 

You want a new house
A place to visit hopes
Deposit some dreams
Lengthen your loves
A home for perfect plans
Empty of effort

Self-cleaning
With great views
Good transport
Negative mortgage costs
And no neighbors
 
Where time takes regular holidays
And often forgets to return

Nutrition

Nutrition

Can’t eat sweets
Don’t neglect beets

Mention meat
But don’t take that seat

Forgo trans fats
Black cats and bats

Sparing on butter
Candy and clutter

Consider insect roasts
For climate change boasts

Love leaves
Carefully embrace seeds

Try fishes’ charms
If small and unfarmed

Dream about that burger
If you’re a purger

Ingest patisserie
Only if guilt free

If it’s organic bask
Without that wine cask

If in doubt feel free
To smile and quote me

Few really know
The certainly certain, oh no

Jews in Space

Jews-in-Space

Jews flew early into Space
Star Trek’s Spock and Kirk were Jews
The Dune Messiah is Jewish, even
Wandering wizard Harry Potter
Is this our time to escape from Earth?

Four thousand years of boxing with God
And still our arms awfully short
We created Monotheism’s first great brand
Spun off two great world religions
Reaped the Crusades, the Inquisition
The Unnameable
Bodies vaporized to air
A trial run up to the Ether

Yet we now see that we are not alone
Men In Black proved we’re not the sole aliens
There’s a way off Earth, but what can we give?
ETs won’t care to plant trees in Israel
Yet we might convert them – to Jewish humor
Jewish comedians know, even Ukrainian presidents
Knowledge is finite, ignorance infinite
Every being in the Universe requires a good joke

Perhaps we’ll stop striving for gold stars in Hebrew class
Terrazzo and brass stars on Hollywood walks
Attaining far stars streaming in the firmament
Grandma said you need to aim high
The way this whole planet is going
All of us may soon need a ride

Room

Room


 

Visit the inner room in a dream
Ask the mirror to sit
Study you
Tell you who you are
Where you are going
What will get you there

Then hammer the glass before you hear it shatter
The smile in the shards is the lasting one
Carry it everywhere you go

The Engineer

The-engineer


 

Love was his real work
This Depression child
Raised seven dogs
Took night classes
Worked fifty one-hours a week:
Three dollars
Age fourteen
  
He stood short
Thick arms
Cramped legs
Paperhanger strong
Small enough for tail gunner
He ripped up those orders
Survived the war
Mates fallen in frozen trenches
Lived to love one woman
 
Never frugal with love
Adoring his wife
Terrifying her to move
Leaving Brooklyn meant
Losing her soul
She kept it
 
His head a music box
Feelings made songs
Chords named moods
Far better than words
Words could be bent
He was ramrod straight
 
Animals ran to him
Women studied him
Some colleagues saw
A man they could use
They did
He wanted to hate them
Failed
 
When it was too late
The ice machine surgeon froze the cancer
Burned his guts
Plastic clamp to stop his piss
He hated pain
Of that he learned too much
 
At the end
He who’d do anything to live
Said if you love me
Get me a gun
I’m no son-of-a-gun
But death became his wish
 
What does one leave?
The craving for kindness
A nagging yearning
Long as one’s memory lasts
 
All that you forget
Forms ice mountains
Glowing underground
Shining above what’s lost
 


 

Tranquillized

Tranquillized

I can’t wait to learn the secrets of the world
Pointless pain only punishes
Microdosing strips the globe of woe after
Bad booze brewed my baby blues
Hate feeling empty and heavy

Vodka with lemon improves TV
Rich drones trashing homes, that’s fun
But why watch reality shows when
Reality just needs enhancing?
A couple of hits on the pipe and I
Become a fly, an eagle, a rocket
Visit you 

Porn pop-ups wet my eyes
Who wants romance when you can have sex?
These acrobats load quicker than my ex

Psilocybin may make you zen but
Ecstasy is therapy
Clients crave my consistent cool
I can make the real deal real
Spend my credits on new cache
Four-D videos pumping rodeos where
I’m wrangler, director, star
Wolf to everyone’s sheep

But on this goddam morning
Breast feeding transforms me
Oceans of love
Kid and I a new total universe
And I own all the real estate

Since sleep chose to turn enemy
Valium and beer became very dear
The secret of adoring life is
Not remembering the days before

Forgetting makes you free
Freedom-won’t you fight for that?

Crazy is the New Normal

Crazy-is-the-New Normal

How long does it take to know you’ve cracked?
When I eat I taste knives
My son won’t talk to me, won’t
Let me know he’s alive and
I’ve lived for him

As a baby he close to died
Fever so bad it burned my hands, heart
Like a fluttering wheel
After that I could never leave him
If he lived I could hope
I’d take him to school, watch then cry

When kids hit him I hit them
When he missed school I wrote doctors’ notes
Smoking at ten, I looked away
One touch, one look, we were good

When he did coke I stuck him in rehab
Stole, I paid for the lawyer
Treated women like dirt but
I stumped his rent; I’m his mother
I kept him alive
And he won’t speak to me

Now I’m a bit like Mother Nature
Doing everything she can to save life
While it keeps roaring back to murder her
She and I will never have grandkids
We’re too old to be mothers again

Finally doctors bring great news
I’ll probably die before my kid kills me
I know that sounds crazy but I am crazy
I think Mother Nature’s crazy, too
Watching your kids destroy you?
Who deserves that?

Labor

Labor

Why does birthing feel like dying?
Pain so intense you conceive it’s pleasure
Part of the wonderful lie that this will be Great
As if suffering begins all happiness

Sex often looks and smells like combat
Birth it’s own successor’s battle
Sex and lust ending in blood and crusts
Such a short space to go a long way

Then the tourist from another planet arrives
Amazed, even more than you
That this giant beetle in a bottle
Dedicated to kicking you through every sleep
Driving you to hunger, exhaustion and insanity
Has rolled out whole
No parasite or tumor after all
A creature so needy, demands so incessant
You must love her to death just to survive

So that’s why it’s called labor
A lifetime job of unpaid work
If males could enjoy just one solid hour
Feminism would triumph in at least half
Not that they’d admit it

So why did I go through this hell?
No birth = no people
You heard right, males
Without us you’re nothing
Often, even with us

Portrait

Portrait


 

I was and am
Thief king fool man
All or one and none
People in crowds view each other
Only their children see me
 
I’m a museum piece
A mirage on a mirror
A man who became a painting
A painting turned into a wall

 
Each day I watch the golden owl sitting on its bell
Seeing much and saying nothing
Winking its eyelid to speak
 
The silence of what’s true
Bests the music of what’s known
 
I miss the winter stars
Cold, clear, and far
I cannot tell anyone
They are my real home