Posted in Books & Stories, business, Comedy Of Errors, Just Poetry

Wouldn’t You Know

It didn’t pan out wouldn’t you know it

Blow it I didn’t but she who played the fraud

Phony as can be thought she was slick

So slippery she slid past it the mark she had set

Well what do you know look at her go

But I know who I am

Makes you wonder about folks not enough to worry

Maybe panned out in the end though not the end

Enough to keep moving to the next door opened

Could be even better

Now that’s a thought




Posted in Books & Stories, coffee, Just Poetry, Movies

Freshen Up


Well I think now at 2 a.m. as I’m winding down I should wash my face

Haven’t done that yet and brush my teeth after this coffee

Strong but with no effect I’ll tell you the Italians know how to do it right

Though others do try but not enough bold and dark

If it were wouldn’t have to paste it over the wrapper

Not bad though I’ll keep it on the counter

Honorable mention


How rapid I type

Still I’ll wash up again and watch To Wong Foo and he-men playing women

They make the best like many women want to be

How do they do it


Men make the best women because they’re free

No hangups not insecure they can be their own fantasy

The way we should be no criticism or comments

Condemnation nigh

They’d deck the sexists for sure

Not from them these three

Wise men perhaps bringing gifts from afar

The way it should be

Posted in Best Wishes, Books & Stories, Just Poetry, Over Coffee

I Left My Cape In Rome


The finest wool that never felt cold

Dark green

Midi length

He’d stolen it anyway

Bought with a credit card he never intended to pay

A gift for me he’d say

And did

So what

Had too much to bring back besides

With weight limitations as they were

Broke, busted but filled

It’s fabulous you know

Rome is

Maybe for someone there it’d do more good

Good to be rid of him

Enjoy your new life

I set you free

Keep them warm whoever it’ll be

I loved Rome so

You will too

If you’re anything like me




Posted in Books & Stories, Comedy Of Errors, Just Poetry

Holiday Cheer


After Hours


He raised the goblet to his mouth

It was red wine he’d planned to drink deep

But what were those specs

Skin of the grape not pasteurized

Sediment from the bottom of the barrel

Barrel’s bottom poetically so

That should smell sweet


But a closer look


They had tiny wings

All eight of them they do, or did

“Seriously?” he exclaimed to no one near

They weren’t moving

They’d had their fill

Died trying to finish it off

That’s a laugh

Like trying to drink the ocean dry

Not in anyone’s lifetime


What to do

About these squatters

Skinny-dipping D’Abruzzo pool

He got a spoon

Scooped one by one

Meticulously so

Commanding sternly

“Little bastard, spit it out!”

No response sealed fate all round

Tossed into the disposal

Into infinity ground, mashed more accurately so


The deed now done

He drained his glass without a sound




Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry


I don’t approve

Medicine has no effect then had none

Didn’t last as it should

Not for me

It must run its course

Nothing less

Sleeping not sleeping

My throat my head

How many times to the bathroom couldn’t tell

The clock never as late as I think

That’s good at least

After a night of the living dead I’ll take my pill

Hot coffee yes

How do I feel

Some effect will do

Into work I will






Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

On Site

That I am

Reading over this and that

Put a wash on I thought at three

Must’ve been four

A quarter after not twenty

Yup that’s me believing it’s five again

Automatically rise

See we unwound the clocks

But that’s ok

I rested well enough

Did it reset my day


Cause problems

Sir Topham Hat confusion or delay

No way at all

An extra hour for me


Day is what it is no apologies

Had an espresso no rush


What to to next

Check the dryer

That I will

Cold crisp light breaks

Sun shine in crack the blinds just enough

I’m on my way





Posted in Books & Stories, Flashes, Just Poetry, Motivational

You Should Model


You should model he said

No I shouldn’t

Yes you should

Not at all I said as he came over

A little closer

Put his arm around me he was so much taller


How did it start

Well let me tell you

I got out of work early

It never happens you see

Not to me

Almost thrilling

I put in the time for half hour vacation

So I could leave

Will it be approved

One never knows

Nonetheless out the door I flew


I forgot to clock out

Just a block away around I spun to come back

Don’t ask I quipped as a friend let me in

Time clock awry

To the office I went

Straightened it all out

Speaking of which

Out the door I went

Fifteen minutes later

No turning back

Not this time


Not this time


In the median we were to cross the street

Conversation innocent enough

What does your t-shirt say

Oh snap with a skeleton holding part of its leg

Purple and orange

You ready for Halloween

Since October 1st I’d said

They mumbled to each other in levity

You should model said one

Say what

No I shouldn’t

Yes you should

Not at all I said in levity too as he came over

A little closer

Put his arm around me he was so much taller

No you should

My name is Michael

You have a good night

You too

You have a good one the other one said

A little further ahead

Pointing to me as people do when they mean

I mean you

I pointed back with cell still in hand smiling

That smile to yourself

You too


We parted ways

They turned left I kept going straight


Did I put my arm around him too

You know I couldn’t remember

But I think I did

Why don’t I remember



Like the archangel I mused

I should model

How could it be possible with this body




With clothes on I questioned the light bulb clicked

How polite

Tactfully said

I’d like to see you naked could it be

He’d been saying to me



Not this one


Esse quam videre

Passion on his sleeve

His embrace so gentle


Oh my


How about that

I kept pace with my playlist’s music in my head









Posted in Books & Stories, Classroom Notes, Just Poetry, Motivational

  Ufuk’s Kiss



He gave just a little kiss like this…

Not on your life


He was her boyfriend not mine

We all lived in the same house being teachers abroad

Ages 21 to 60 beyond

It didn’t matter as we made life work

We didn’t necessarily hang out together

Though we had our moments to share

We sought our interests

This evening in the kitchen we were

He had done something helpful

Or was it something he’d said

I remember standing in the doorway

As I quipped to him you rock

Mimicking a kiss through the air

More kick than I thought

Or he felt it for real

Not intended




He shot one back to me

Almost knocking me off my feet

I felt that arrow penetrate my being

My core

But he never moved from his spot

That’s passion pure form

His girlfriend my flatmate didn’t like it one bit


She did not


I love life

He had plenty


It lay silent inside me until just now

Some years flitting by

What was her boyfriend’s name

A harmless muse walking early today

There were two I’d confuse of two friends

Well one not so much


Then I remembered

And remember I did

That’s passion

Don’t dwell on the past

The hell you say


Just for the moment I believe I’ll stay




Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry, Improv, Just Poetry

OK Then


OK Then


Sitting here staring at the screen

Know what I mean

Want to write

Don’t know what to say

Time ticks on get to wok soon

No that would be work

Learn to spell on the to-do

Get up get dressed wash the face

But first maybe

Nutella on toast

Excellent choice

Gotta stop now then

I’ll try again later

Or later again




Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

 Where The Heart Is



I see my face and that ruddiness to the cheeks. I like the picture it’s a good one I think then I remember the carving from a coconut no less, the fisherman after years of sailing, fishing, bringing in the catch, features sculpted from wind and sun, the ruddiness to the face, but I am so far from the sea, how can this be my face, but I love the sea and it shows, and the carving from a coconut born on an island surrounded by water, a dot on the ocean so significant. I feel it, hear it, smell the salt air. Some wear their heart on their sleeve but mine’s on my face, always there with me, and it glows.