I let the barber convince me
to re-part my hair from left to right,
but for me it was right to left.
Watching ourselves in the mirror,
the silver watch on his wrist
never once obstructed the craftsman’s work.
He knew a good haircut: Whatever he cut. Continue reading Just a Trim
If gravel stirs and birds cry
perched on reeds like pikes in heads
then I, too, move in the world
and I, too, shrink from strangers. Continue reading It’s not that I don’t love you.
There’s nothin’ –
nothin’ like cold beer
after long Summer days
or maybe it’s Spring still Continue reading Nothin’ Like It
We’ve been dreaming of this since I’ve been around,
since you and I were drinking at a keg.
Those were the days when America was good,
alas black abysses we could not foresee
but boys will be boys ‘fore men become men,
boy oh boy, we are leaders of men!
Now sit back and watch these dependable hands
sculp white kingdoms made from the sand
to glimmer beneath God’s mighty white teeth
His coliseum round where victors are crowned;
the losers shall lose and eat their own folly, lest
poor huddled masses enslave us choice few-
oh Mr. Spencer, he knew what is true;
oh dear Ayn, accepts what she sees:
the strongest of strong is how it must be.
I once said it was the sight of sights:
A canyon of red sand and green speckled
Christmas in the flesh; cold, hard and true-
Stingy eternity! Cept that cool breeze
and hot sun handing us days Continue reading Goethe’s Death Throes
Build that ship young man
Build it good and strong
And sail the length of the sea Continue reading The Mighty Six-Eyed Monster