Thursday, August 22, 2013

Kicks Retired

Climbing aboard the

Dusty orange bus with

Squealing brakes,

Carbon monoxide

That covered every surface

Within range

Calling out to a

Sense of adventure

Open road, clear air,

Clearer thoughts,

Feeling of freedom that

Appealed to some feral urge

Within urban constraints

Stepping onto

Dirt ridden steel steps

Lunging forward

With the clink of the

Glass fare box,

Sweat of the driver,

Pre-air conditioning

Aromas of summer humans,

Rose perfume,

Yesterday’s corn chips,

Stainless lunch boxes

Sitting on brown vinyl

Next to

Finger smudged windows

That neither opened

Nor closed

Without a fierce struggle

Like all those fates


The Route 66

Heading toward a

Perceived paradise

Just as adventurous

As the historic highway

For a kid who never before

Left the south side

Of the city

Author's Note:

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Cooler Heads

Last Saturday night
At the Peace and Love convention,
Uncle Ben
With the red eyes,
Bulbous toe
Chronically infected
With cherry licorice
Had a few words with
My old Uncle Paco
With the black eyes
And perennially blooming teeth
About the proper method
Of removing genetically excessive
Knuckle hair from their
Right and left pinkies.
Uncle Ben pushed his method
Of shaving all but
One inch of hair
Then methodically tweezing
Every other follicle
On every other day
While Uncle Paco insisted
That it is imperative
To massage your feet before
Doing the exact same method.
Uncle Ben’s red eyes
And toe turned to flame
While Uncle Paco’s charcoal eyes
Seared and charred his
Green dental foliage
Until Solly, the man who
They both claimed
As their best friend
Who always wore lavender oil
To the Peace and Love Convention
For obvious reasons,
Stepped lightly
In between,
Calming the two brothers
With his loving aroma
Of mediation,
Tears his eyes,
Solly explained how
There was no difference
Between their knuckle hair
Removal methods
When you looked at the
Larger scope of life
As long as their knuckles
Eventually were hairless.
Uncle Ben and Uncle Paco
Shared a brotherly
Understanding in their eyes
Before they both punched out Solly’s lights.