Tenement Row Syndrome

Isn’t that where our lot turns in 

To a block of vacant stare cases?

Using Your Horse Sense

Riding a winged horse 

Sounds downright fantastic, 

Doesn't it? 

Just make sure it leads you 

To water you can drink. 

Classic Dionysian Drinking Song

So, Bacchus, old friend, 

Here we go again, staggering 

Down timeworn marble steps 

To a dank beckoning cellar— 

Let’s drink to that to no end. 

Poetry Slam in the Garden

Did you say slugfest? 

I hear that’s where you squash them summer 

Moonlighting sloggers one by one till there ain’t no 

Undisputed champion of cabbage heads left punching 

Cauliflower ears in them rutabaga leaves 

No more. 

Nada: My Own Private Idaho

Today I spent the morning writing about yesterday, 

And thought it was good I had something to say— 

The rest of the day I thought about tomorrow, 

And what I’d write about if there was no tomorrow.