This page is meant to contain my poetry and reveal many moods.  Much of my work was created in the 1970s, and this page will gradually grow in size.  The contents appear in no particular order.

Walking in the Rain

I love walking in the rain
Feeling my pain,
Thoughts of naked bodies drive me insane,
When I live my life I go against the grain,
I love walking in the rain.

I love strutting my stuff,
Feeling so tough,
No one feels threatened by a crazy creampuff,
Once you think about it, this world ain’t so tough,
I love strutting my stuff.

I love being on fire,
Plucking my lyre,
I hate being the one voice holding up the choir,
I want to find the wellspring feeding my desire,
I love being on fire.

I love walking in the rain
Feeling my pain,
Thoughts of naked bodies drive me insane,
When I live my life I go against the grain,
I love walking in the rain.

Road Rage

Whoosh whoosh whoosh the cars roll by
Belching hosannahs to an asphalt sky,
Steelmaker dreams framed by gasoline lies,
Whoosh whoosh whoosh the cars roll by.

Cylinders that hum, radials that sing,
Behemoths crushing life to smithereens,
Creatures that run, critters that crawl
Don’t stand a chance, no, none at all.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh the cars roll by,
Hard-metal anthems their battle cry,
Nature’s bounty must yield or die,
Whoosh whoosh whoosh the cars roll by.

Over the years their dimensions grow,
More power, more height, more alter ego,
A squeal of brakes, a heart-sickening scream,
Young lives twisted on [Route] 413.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh the cars roll by
Invading the promise of our pilgrims’ pride,
How can we celebrate the Fourth of July
When whoosh whoosh whoosh the cars roll by?

I Live in Hollywood

I have a cat at home,
Big and black, and fat,
Such a sheen as you’ve ever seen,
And her name was Vanessa.

Well, one day
A friend of mine came by to stay,
She took a good look at my cat,
And that was that.

(Ahem!) I have a cat at home,
Big and black, and fat,
Such a sheen as you’ve ever seen,
And his name is Van,
For, you see,
That cat turned out to be a man!

My Love Walks By

 

My love walks by
And flowers hold their breath,
‘Cause she’s fine, so fine
With the August moon in her hair.

And when she smiles,
Oh, how she smiles;
She brings me the morning dew
Clutched in a morning glory.

Walk on, love, walk on,
Your head held high;
There’s no one but us and the trees,
And trees won’t tell.

Your touch is my blanket,
Your kiss, an orchid’s nectar;
And your smell, the jasmine
Blooming through eternity.

My love walks by
And flowers hold their breath,
‘Cause she’s fine, so fine
With the August moon in her hair.