Poems

The Day George Came Home


He's back again.  I hope he stays.
So often he returns.
The cats are foreign, and he feels
Alien.  He said
He didn't think about this place
In three weeks he was gone.


I feel sad.  But in a mood
The truth though contradicted
Is still the truth.  He's home at last.
This poem is his welcome.


9-25-13




Karen!


Karen, the acerbic prune,
Works graveyard, and it's fitting.
A little yellow net upon
Her bun (that's on her head).


I only just turned 67.
It's been many years
Since someone with a rancid word
Could cause me such a rage.


Very garrulous and stupid,
And she thinks she's 17.
She knows and listens to the classics -
Acid rock and rap.


She tells the patrons everything
They never asked to know.
And if you really need a cup of
Coffee, you will die.


9-26-13


Difference


My genius in my youth
And just my talent in my dotage,
Similar to Wilde except
I never had a life.
Like magic from a dipper
Until 1998.
Who will ever know there was a difference?


9-24-13



A View


Denny's is the closest
I have ever come
To having friends – and George
And Jay and Gary.


However when you have
Friends as sweet as these,
The count is unimportant.
It's the happiness.


And Jill becomes the strangest -
Something more than love -
Across a continent -
Serendipity.


9-24-13


Gary


Perhaps when I'm in heaven
With all the cherubim
I'll have another lover
Gentle, sweet – like him.


I teased him like the bastard
Mental doctors paint.
He made funny faces
And planned to be a saint.


Finally he left me,
Muscular and pretty.
In 1969
I went to New York City.


Everything I wanted
And everything I lack
In a single lover
Who's never coming back.


Except one day he did.
He followed me.  He wrote.
I was in Manhattan.
I ignored him, like a goat.


9-24-13

Oakland


The therapists in Oakland
Despised the mere appearance
Of every hapless psycho
Who stumbled through their door.


Except of course for Brian,
Blond and tall and handsome,
And Larry who was loveable
And had a funny nose.


Kathy I was fond of.
She cried and she was baffled.
And a woman who had studied
Psychology in school


Looked angrily and saw
The shit and the palaver,
The lies and the deception
Of their psychotherapy!


9-24-13