Untitled I walk

through life

with a shrink

from Yugoslavia,

whose as large as big foot.

With a novel in one hand, 

and shaking his fingers at me

with the other,

he wants to control me with a shovel,

tie me in knot balls, emotional twisters,

and squeeze the emotional pages

out of my life like a twisted sponge.

I retaliate, control him back,

wage war in a vicarious cycle

squeeze his testicles like electrical wires

inside my mind’s eye,

cut his tongue with razors,

dull his clinical words.

Play his game, only better.

He  picks up the play phone,

threatens to call the police,

leashing me in my corner

like a trapped dog

forces me to bark

into submission

like a beagle basset bitch.

He treats me with word babble.

I tell him he is a damn Ukrainian idiot.

Peeved off I race

to the parking lot, head to the bushes,

like a blue racer snake threatened,

hop bunny rabbit into my S-10

Chevy pick-up truck,

memo pad in hand,

scribbling ruminating notes

I surrender naked till my next prescription,

untitled I walk.

You’re the empty glass that’s still half full,
An angel, one wing dysfunctional.
The kid who’s never quite like the rest,
A puzzle with some pieces missing,
A beaver with one tooth, at best.
The luscious lips without the kissing.
Sometimes life will give you lemons
And sometimes only one.
Take these gifts and learn their lessons,
Your battles aren’t always meant to be won.

You smell
like home to me.
Your kisses
taste of youth,
your old world ways
making that
a welcome lie.
and there is
no place I’d rather be
than here,
curled into the crook
of your shoulder,
feeling the warm heaviness
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I want to
arrive on
the wings of
a dove hear
the rustle
of my feath-
ers in the
winds of change.
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Please Stop.

I don’t want falling in Love

& being pretty smart

O mamma mia

When the Train is Gone

I throwed in motion:

I don’t hit the nail on the head¡

I’m going wild against the Wall

Slap-up meal. Read more

Same, the very same illusions

The very same apprehensions

Distract the ever budding visions

Dampening my future aspirations.

As a child, life seemed more secure

But vanished as illusory nightmares; 

The heart-tempting youthful glitters 

Captivated me with romantic gestures.
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Rebecca fantasized that life was a lottery ticket or a pull of a lever,
that one of the bunch in her pocket was a winner or the slots were a redeemer;
but life itself was not real that was strictly for the mentally insane at the Elgin
Mental Institution.
She gambled her savings away on a riverboat
stuck in mud on a riverbank, the Grand Victoria, in Elgin, Illinois.
Her bare feet were always propped up on wooden chair; Read more

The menacing clouds of war

Often pounce to create havoc,

The pigeons of peace

Scared and scattered, fly away.

The storm of hatred

The storm of enmity

The storm of death

The storm of destruction,

These devastating forces

Design the ugly face of war.

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Yes, day by day, year after year

While age peels layer after layer,

The seasons of life lose their glitter

Fearful, the spirit of life withers.

The most treasured life’s seasons

Slowly sail into the memories ocean, 

Childhood and youth remain a passion

Enticing with ever-new hopes, often.

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Soft nursing

5 solid minutes

of purr

paw peddling

like a kayak competitor

against ripples of my

60 year old river rib cage− Read more

Crippled with arthritis

and Alzheimer’s,

in a dark rented room,

Charley plays

melancholic melodies

on a dust filled

harmonica he

found  abandoned

on a playground of sand

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Edith, in this nursing home

blinded with macular degeneration,

I come to you with your blurry

eyes, crystal sharp mind,

your countenance of grace−

as yesterday’s winds

I have chosen to consume you

and take you away.

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A Métis Indian lady, drunk,

hands blanketed over as in prayer,

over a large brown fruit basket

naked of fruit, no vine, no vineyard

inside−approaches the Edmonton,

Alberta adoption agency.

There are only spirit gods

inside her empty purse. Read more

O Humans !

Let us impart

A thought of peace

O Humans !

Let us not inject

The venom of hatred.

Humans are we

Humans are we.

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Gingerbread lady,

no sugar or cinnamon spice;

years ago arthritis and senility took their toll.

Crippled mind moves in then out, like an old sexual adventure

blurred in an imagination of fingertip thoughts.

Who in hell remembers the characters?

There was George, her lover, near the bridge at the Chicago River:

she missed his funeral; her friends were there.

She always made feather-light of people dwelling on death,

but black and white she remembers well.

The past is the present; the present is forgotten.

Who remembers Gingerbread Lady?

Sometimes lazy-time tea with a twist of lime,

sometimes drunken-time screwdriver twist with clarity.

She walks in scandals; sometimes she walks in soft night shoes.

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He’s chewing on new lyrics like cerebral cud,
trying to separate the gravel from the mud.
Doing cryptographer’s research in the back of his head,
undercover homework from the bottom of his bed.
I used to think he was a rocket science guy,
but now he’s writing lyrics for the FBI.
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today, my radio proclaimed

most people did not evolve, but remain
single-cell entities psychologically
			          & emotionally.
Darwin & other scientists & scholars
are absolutely wrong.  things are not
	as they seem.  we Read more

Listen:

Drag branches comeback

Across the forest floor:

Knowledge of the rough¡

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Honour is a fierce as a Future

To bring into focus of Grass eaters

From the space in its last couple of Years

Where the alpha and omega gaze.

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