Death in the back of a jazz club. Low lights Glass of red wine on the table Cheap All his cash spent on a Cadillac. The band plays on without him Crooning their eulogies in the night A woman weeps … Continue reading »POEM: Grace Note
A thousand fears my lover has survived Each night has heaped harsh troubles on his breast And all his life, of warmth and love deprived, No night has ever granted him his rest. Together we were trapped in love’s … Continue reading »POEM: Untitled Sonnet
A star The black A step A breath The Beautiful People are gathered tonight A glance A bow The breeze So sweet The Beautiful People, so graceful, so bright The silk The wine She turns He smiles The Beautiful People … Continue reading »POEM: The Beautiful People
Today the sky is grey, as in my heart, And ever stronger blows the winter wind, And one begins to doubt the clouds will part Above a world whose people so have sinn’d. Alone my heart will brave the … Continue reading »POEM: Winter, a Sonnet
See the dead on celluloid Dancing for a coin Down the shadows come, Hush the rhythm-drum And spirits join. See the dead on celluoid Beauty’s ashen grace Heavy footfalls crush, Upwards phantoms rush And zephyrs chase. See the … Continue reading »POEM: The Danse Macabre
Paris is for Lovers. Paris is for Jazz Guitarists, Saxophonists, Seine-side Artists Paris is for Wayward Poets, Lost Composers Modern Stoics. Paris is for Nuns and Sinners Students, Bankers, New Beginners Paris is for Virgin Marys Whores and Revolutionaries, Singers, … Continue reading »POEM: Paris is for Lovers
If you think of me, think of me in low light and filters With a glass of something louche and smoky-green And Cohen playing whiskey-voiced beneath the window. Think of me graciously. Raving and obscene I am but … Continue reading »POEM: In Low Light and Filters
Ah! my love, the soldier-boy We follow him, for a time. When he falls, rises, falls once more, We pause. Alight. And watch to see If he will rise again. My little soldier, ever fighting on. You may sleep, … Continue reading »POEM: Sweet Soldier
Stub out that cigarette Lean back in that velvet chair and think of me. Perhaps you’ll turn your head And glimpse the crescent moon Outside the third-floor window. Exhale softly, Start to rise to close to curtains Then change … Continue reading »POEM: Late-Night Instructions