2009 E-Book Poetry


Last Words Out

Bridge to Love

February Nights



Maybe You’ll Shine

Six O’clock Whistle


The Archeology of Sound

Candles and Cognac

Would You Say You’re in Love

Between Christmas and Thanksgiving

New Hard Times Come Over You

No More Words

Tiny Pricks

Birthday in the Sun

It’s Just a Kiss Away

Kissing Your Neck

Corduroy, Fleece and Flannel

Who Do Voodoo on You

A Prescribed Ego

Lemons and Limes

Women and Wine

No More Bones for You

the Power of a Daydream


a Graveyard Gives

Beside the River

Everyday Americans

Wish You No Harm

Wooden Floors

Ride Away


Two Wastes of Life

In Bed at Cheteau Marmont

Jim Sheridan Took My Shirt

Perfect July Nite in L.A.

Independent Lens

Ah, Saturdays

Where It All Begins

If It’s One to Ten She’s a Twelve

and That’s Why She’s Always



Rock & Roll Music

Man and Twelve String Guitar Make History

Friday at 3:00 a.m.

The Way My Sisters’ Children Used to Play

Front Porch

The Devil’s Music

Young Love

Sunny Sunshine

Norms, Values and People Who Think They Have the Right to Tell You What to Do


Escort Economy

Pink Red Dress

Behind the Waterfall


The Ledger

Expanding Universe

Supportive Hope

Johnny English and the Aliens

Last Words Out

The moon was perched high over the Pacific

And lit the oceanic waves & waters magnetically

Crashing on the sands of the land called California.

She was all that I thought her to be and more

Her scent was on me now - on my lips that I licked

As I sat in a rocking chair on the porch of an old

Historical hotel in Santa Monica on Ocean Avenue

And pondered the sun drenched days and coolly

Charmed neon nights in San Diego, West Hollywood

And now on the edge in Santa Monica and Malibu.

I was wishing everyone could feel the way I was

Feeling right there and then with my feet up on

The banister swallowing refreshingly clean breaths

Of crisp Pacific --- stimulating Santa Anna winds -

Those who may have sat on the same porch before me

With high spirits & bitten by life as if to tease for a taste

And those who may have witnessed "weird scenes inside-

The gold mine" - And those Native American Indians and

Stoned teenagers letting their secret fires burn in caves

Along the rocky cliff side beaches and calling canyons.

The next day I would be flying east to the Three Rivers

And with the radiant jeweled Moon my thoughts burned with

Its vibrant cosmic embers and these are my "last words out."


---(written July 2008 - March 15, 2009)---