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You fade slowly before my eyes, once so strong and vital, now you sleep in your chair, so tired you say, so tired. How long will you be with me before you have to go? How long will I feel your presence, your daily routines, your rants at things long past, but still alive within […]
Well? The lyrics might shock? Tighter than a Bob Marley joint So? The way I’m gonna rock? Is whiter than a Spike Lee joint And? Like the ears of Mr.Spock Few loops before we get to the point My rhymes still wouldn’t make cents If the words were made of coins I live with the […]
You devil you, the darling of the hip crowd, the down and out crowd, the envy of frustrated stale academia. You changed ‘em buster, you challenged ‘em to face up to their impotence. Damn were you hot! But you earned it, yes you did. You took the beatings, you took the lost times, the lonely […]
I have an antique candy cane. But it’s still in mint condition. I wrote a book about bankruptcy. It ends after chapter 11. Some of my jokes are topical. Which are Jokes for external use only? I saw a milk carton that said 2% milk. I assume the other 98% was the carton. I have […]
Hard to believe, these things usually are, and if you’ve never experienced anything like this, you won’t believe it, but I do. My father told me one evening over dinner, he’d never told a soul before, not even mother when she was alive. It happened years ago, I was very young and mother had taken me to visit […]
The sea was before him, the cliffs were behind. So he sat down and thought, till a thought came to mind. “I’ll build me a house. There’s plenty of sand.
My second hometown, not born there, just lived there many years. I know the streets, hills, signs, landmarks. A lot of struggle
It has changed so much from when I lived there in the early 80s, West 70th near Central Park West, an apartment like a closet
Who shall stay the morning, when blossoms open to the sun? Who shall stay the passing day, the blossoms every one? Who shall stay the evening, or the timely blossoms fall, in the orchard on the hillside, there beyond the garden wall? Go and love the morning. Love the day, both rain and sun. Go […]
We’ll strike out for adventure, we’ll wrap ourselves up in destiny. Feel the wind in your hair and desire in your veins.