Squinty Eyes

The one thing I can say that has changed Since the day long ago On which my innocence was lost Is that my eyes no longer squint close when I smile or laugh I don't know when this quirk disappeared I only just realized The girls The ones I want Have stopped Commenting on it …

Cops

When I see cops I think of sharks Predatory beasts Indiscriminately Looking for a meal It’s a matter of fact They are going To get someone They are looking for someone They are hungry Wanting Needing To do their Jobs There is no telling If it’s going to be Me or not I could have …

The People’s Sport

Impenetrable security In place For every game Not one crack Or loose link Every ticket sold out For years Not that it matters They were Too Expensive Anyway Like almost Two-hundred bucks So He sits Outside And listens To the 12th man Scream While it rains  

A Storm

Humidity Like hell on the skin A storm is coming Sky turns black Streaked With white lightening Filled With angry gales. Frightened Squawk of seagulls Abates And so The slow wash Of the water Lapping up onto the beach Becomes urgent This is nothing To Worry About Though Storms happen Because It is July Today …

Mickey D’s Coffee

I got asked how many creams I wanted in my coffee at a Mickey D's in L.A. near a Dick's sporting goods. I said, "six." In New York all I gotta say is light and they know what's up. It's not like that anywhere else. This lady comes back, "six?!?" Started to second guess myself, …

Notti Roma

Late night stroll Never felt a city so big Sleep so hard After ten everyone out Something so comforting about those streets Twisting and turning Dark shadows draping everything Walks around the Colosseum Alone Finger along the outside wall Thoughts completely undisturbed Steps never blocked Ocassionally Hear the scrape of a shoe on cobble stone …

The Perfect Pizze

Call it the Napoli Ask for salty anchovies Aged pepperoni Smoky  mozz Sweet tangy tomato sauce fresh basil leaves combined and place in a Untreated oak and Birch wood one thousand degrees of fire oven baked baked for seconds sixty but no more and eat drenched in the shadow of Mt. Vesuvius but only in …

The Tunnel

The bus dips down sinking through traffic and into the white tile walls of the tunnel named for Lincoln. You feel the water above and around. The intense pressure. You see the walls imploding. Water rushing in. Rushing to the bus. Rushing to you. White capped and fast. Shock swallowing despair. The bus is caught …

The R

The R pulled into Union. I followed a tall woman dressed in black onto the car. I stood at the front and scanned the passengers. To my left, two empty seats and a woman on whose head a colorful scarf sat. It had many shades but seemed red as a whole. She didn’t seem that …