My Poems

You’ve gotta gotta gotta  see feel feel feel the place you’ve never seen before  felt before  got lost before. A place you can find only once You’ll never find it again. Finding is a thing you do only once. After that it’s familiar  and finding is a thing lost forever.

The line  separating good from bad   is thin and frail thin and frail  Thin and frail  easily overstepped  face the fact. Don’t make believe  that all is only good or only bad; Don’t deny it celebrate it: learn by experience. Get drunk and confuse  Confuse and confuse  life and death  growth and decay  good and bad sobriety and intoxication 

The fool believes he’s lying   When he whispers, “I love you.”   Fools shouldn’t think—   They should act, like instinctual beasts.   Too late, I learned—   My heart's bold declaration was true.   I let you slip away,   Could have claimed you as mine,   But I set you free,   Thinking I didn’t love you.  

Why did you dash into the road?   Stupid dog,   Stupid Spot,   Just a bag of flesh and bone,   The impact tossed you aside,   You’ve gone and done this to yourself,   Left me aching in the dark,   Only this hollow pain remains.   It will fade,   Just like you, dear dog

Their plan backfired  They killed  The child  So that he wouldn’t grow up to be a soldier  They managed to bring a nation to tears But they brought  a thousand new warriors  to rid the world  of them

Big toe left leg pain Woke me up Bastart, mother fucking bastard Relax suffer and relax Suffer and relax My mother never said that Blighter she said, you bloody Blighter  That'll teach you  You lazy Blighter 

So why did he laugh? He frowned then he laughed  Err err err from deep down his throat  If he wasn't smiling  you wouldn't know that he was laughing  Came out of his open mouth wide a chasm  Mocking rejoicing that I'd been fooled I sat with others he stood facing  Legs apart the victor A serious clown

I belonged to the Jewish nation  when it didn’t have a country  I would be mad if I didn’t belong when it has a country

I’m not interested in their citizenship.  I only want to be a citizen of a country that i can be proud of.  Being a citizen of a country means belonging to a nation,  and belonging to a nation is a vital part of my existence as an individual,  as a human being.

One two three  soft aah One two three aah aah aah Soft aah soft aah  soft soft soft one aah two aah. Aah aah aah. soft and turn. Press and aah. Press press press against my chest. Soft soft into my brain.  Do it again. Oh please  again and again.

In reply to your interesting inquiry I’m sorry but happy.  Sorry because I can’t help you,  happy because you reminded me of the time,  my mother sent me to the ballroom dancing school in Human Street, (I wish I could remember the teacher’s name) She taught me the foxtrot and the Waltz  and tried to teach me the Tango. I enjoyed learning all.   The tango titillated me,  literally.  You know the part where palms clasp together and faces cheek to cheek point sideways,  in the direction of the outstretched arms, forcing breast to breast.  She was modestly clothed  in a dark wollen dress,  but she might have been a raving naked temptress, for all I knew, because I was then a virile chap of twelve,  her soft, curvy chest, pressed into mine drove me to delicious delirium,  I tingled all over with sexual desire.   What was it? All I know is that the pleasure aroused in me then,  still excites m...