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Greatness on command, or even –

Of meaning to our clan…

-But don’t be fooled –

One must always meet demands.

1’94

171

Life And Times

Life can be cruel

And time is unkind –

Time takes your body

While Life takes your mind.

Or, how about

Life can be cruel

While time is unkind –

Time takes your body

But Life takes your mind.

173

Who?

It’s better to be judged

Unfairly

For now

Than it is to be forgotten

Forever.

1’94

Heartbreak

If common sense could ever reach us This is the lesson our life teaches: All our pleasure involves some pain, so Do us all a favor: DO NOT COMPLAIN.

175

Why Not Today?

Be glad for what

You’ve got –

A lot

Or not…

Build on that

And don’t look back

Do not complain –

Never explain…

Find your will

Wield it well –

And sometimes?

Say what the hell…

And never just

Say

No –

If you don’t really mean it…

Live your life

Each of us

Must say yes

In our way -

Someday…

Why not today? 4’94

The Perfect Symmetry

(Mind, over the Matter Of Fact)

As in the speculation

We play upon ourselves –

Writing is, (to the writer)

Similar to sex…

When we find ourselves

Not doing it

We think about it; worrying –

How do we keep it

Fresh…?

We never will be satisfied

Simply within ourselves

We need some recognition

From others, and never can…

Attain the perfect symmetry

We seek, without; Never this perfection Will you or I discover, until –

We find it within ourselves.

177

( Signs of) Aging

They first appeared as twitches

The unexplained

Sporadic pain –

Infrequent in our youth…

Yet it worsens with

Each passing season –

And without apparent reason

Time must perform it’s treason…

Upon our fragile flesh, and bone 3’94

Street Smart?

If you can make it on the street

You never should retreat, in

“Po-lite conversation” –

Don’t fret about the books you’ve read Or just what so and so has said…

Street smarts are rarely found, while The wannabees abound

5’94

179

Cancer

A lifetime’s worth of pain

Is seen in just one day

It seems

The nightmare never ends, and now –

On strength your soul depends.

5’94

9 to 5

Some seem to need the constant motion Cannot accept the simple notion –

That there is more to life; that time Need not be given, away

To be spent…

Purposefully; idle time is sent

For us to use, as we see fit –

Financial gain, or not; but realize That as one you have a choice, and

Sometimes

One must take a chance…

Individually.

And take a chance or not

Someone is judging you,

Too. 5’94

181

Suicide

Suicide is one

Poor fucking excuse

When you can piss

In some misguided eye

And succeed

At something

Else

4’94

Pass/Fail

(This is only a test)

Of course I knew the kid

Was kinda testin me

Same as I had done

At his age

Same way

I was testin myself

Against him

Today…

A natural progression

As the confidence builds

So will the need to test

So as the will to grow…

And there

In

Lies the answer…

The difference.

We need to test

Everything around us

When young…

Until

It all comes back to one

And either we don’t –

Or do what must be done…

We begin to test ourselves

Against ourselves

And for ourselves.

183

Human Being

(Things happen for a reason)

There are some who hear a voice

Whose main advice is just

Plug away (!), although

you have, for now

A compromised position, and

Your time has not

Yet come; you must continue

To plod, on anyway;

With or without hope…

But listen! All the while

Listen for the voices of reason –

(Making worldly rounds)

And while you “plug away”

Believe! We all make contributions In our way, eventually…

And although the wait

(Weight)

Is great

Keep your faith

Your life is no coincidence

So do what you must do

Live your life, keep your sense

Of Self, and Human

Being.

5’94

Outsider/Inside

Didn’t make too many

Full weeks of work, when I

Was workin at this warehouse –

When I really probably coulda…

And the other worker bees, there

Quickly recognized the quirk

And tried to sense my guilt, felt

Not even when I later quit…

But others soon realized, that I

As they, did not believe

This was where I belonged all day

And that made a few friends…

We believed in something better

Than punching in the clock

And we plotted our escape

As we rearranged the dock…

As I could not accept, it

I traded in this fate

Because I could do without

The sullen rank within…

So I crawled out to the curb

To once again

Begin

Again

To one time more be poor

-er than the day before

But drunken with my freedom…

Outside! 5’94

185

Eagle Knew

Eagle flew and man withdrew

When we were just beginning –

The former circles with disgust

As the latter proves it’s worth

No trust.

5’94

The Clouds Could Not Survive

At first

I saw brick

Buildings

And sky…

Scrapers, one tree for every

Hundred neighbors, we lived

For the concrete

And asphalt

Smells of summer…

Smoke, fog and

Smog, upon the rooftops

My childhood was sunlit.

5’94

187

Do Your Best

(With the rest

Of your time)

What can be said

For most of us

Is also true

(Sadly enough)

For me…

The endless string

Of shitty part

And full time jobs

Will never cease, it seems

For me…

A master of

The meaningless

From 9 to 5 –

I see, as it is

For everyone else

I just, must

Do my best

With the rest

Of my time.

And nothing else

Matters

Much.

Early Poems

1995

189

Nothing Happens

Nothing happens. Charlie (the

quadriplegic) has been laid

on his side, for a change

of pace...

Montel talks, Rikki balks

Phil & Oprah do their thing...

I sit.

Nothing happens. Don't matter what Reagan did, what

George promised to do...

What Jesus or Bukowski said...

Nothing seems to happen here.

Sparky (the dog) hides

beneath his comforter, Peaches (the cat) lays at Charlie’s feet

head up, ears

perked

eyes

closed

napping...

he's bored, because

Nothing happens! Sun rises, Sun

sets; Beautiful!

but still

Nothing Happens. Tyson is free, O.

J.'s on trial, Jordan has

made his return...

Nothing Happens. Cat stretches, dog joins it on the bed

with Charlie...

I

write, and Nothing

(cont.)

191

Happens.

I change the piss bag, wipe the

sweat from Charlie’s brow

refill his drink, push his

pillow under

his head, then

back. And still, nothing

seems to happen.

We watch the tube

I'm bored to tears...

Nothing ever happens

here.

Or anywhere.

It seems to me -

Anymore. 4'95

Paralyzed (Quad)

Trapped in a body, a pea in a pod

though this will never grow; but older...

Arms are immobile, legs

the same. Faith

is gone, no time

for God

Cannot believe...

Why him?

And why not –

disbelieve? In this moment -

Living these moments -

Where is the space, left

for hope?

for God?

for love? 7'95

193

One Day, Well Done

Tomorrow, I face

Uncertainty again,

But tonight

There is an...

Understanding

That simply cannot

Be explained...

But it's joined by satisfaction.

6'95

Really?

a REAL bad time

has

been rainin' down

on me

and evidently

that's the new

REALITY...

For me.

6'95

195

When there is none

Patient death

I feel your breath

cold

and lonely in the night

alone, I know

But you will not sense my fright.

5’95

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1'95

197

Conversation, Caught (Thought)

"You're pretentious

and I hate

pretention.

You're a man

Walking on

your hind legs

Fine.

Good.

Get over

Yourself.

Thank you very much."

2'95

No One Knew

Used to fill

Quite a few

Notebooks

No one knew

And I stopped

For a while

Recently

Because I told

Someone

And the secret was out

I mean

My girlfriend knew

Or must have noticed

The steady flow

Of discarded colored

Notebooks

Think now, I'll begin

Again

Thought I'd let you know

Or maybe

because

I let you know. 1'95

199

Early Poems

1996

201

Just Mad

It’s to and past the point by now

That I can stand it anymore

The back, the teeth, the constant pain Now life itself has become a chore

Waking hours, spend my morning

Loosening up the chronic back

Then find something soft to eat

To chew with gums that once held teeth.

My eyes are blue, but bagged and dark Within hold something most find stark And quite possibly raving mad…

Or mistaken dumb for numbness.

Falling apart at an early age

I cannot imagine the further stage; if At thirty I have this world of woes…

Who knows what pain the future holds?

I do not seek to moan, or even

Complain –

But pain can drive a man

Insane.

6’96

203

Matters That Matter

It’s not what happens to you

That matters, but

How you react to

Those happenings

That matters.

Aspiring to Greatness, falling far short

The good thing about hearing the band oasis Is that there always seems to be

A very good song on the radio, a littl