Moondoggie

Walking the dog, down the same sidewalk we take every night, back home. Down the side street that forms a T with the main street that we walk along a grey Chrysler, windows tinted, rolls, slowly, up to the intersection about ten yards too far back and comes to a complete stop. The green Lexus is parked in the usual spot on the side of the street, about thirty yards in front of me. Somehow I catch a glimpse of headlights way down the street, passed the crest of the hill. The Chrysler creeps forward, next to the stop sign and stops again. Headlights and the faint sound of a blistering engine begin to crest the hill. The Chrysler creeps forward and angles for a left turn, nearly into the street. I see it all in my mind, yet I keep walking toward it. I see the T-bone, and the aftermath play out in a millisecond. My angle never changes no matter how slow or fast I walk, I’m always going to be right in the path -the rollover, slamming into the green Lexus, glass shattering… hopefully everyone has their seat belts on. Does it matter how fast the Chrysler pulls out? or is it like hitting a baseball? In the same instant that he begins to turn he stops short and the Jeep flies passed. No time to check if seat belts are fastened.

moondog…
the taste of canned green beans
in my nose

Writing/Written

I awoke from a nightmare. Though, it wasn’t the images which disturbed me, it was the resonance of this simple thought, this mantra, repeating:

I’m always writing,

always written.

Always writing, always written. I’m always writing, always written. Always writing, always written.

Gasping,
i’m on the other side—
blinded
by the light
that once
illuminated my
path
now
shrouds
everything.

I’m always writing, always written. Always writing, always written. Always writing, always written…

Moonstruck

I went out for a walk, and i looked to the sky
Turned to the moon in the three quarter phase,
What is this pull that’s pulling me?
Moonstruck, i was lost in a daze

Been dragged by the collar, drugged by her charms
She was the waitress, that had me beggin’ for more

Turned to the sun, floating in summer waves
Hanging like a stranger, lost on the shore
White moths appear from summer grasses dear
Moonstruck, i was lot in your ways

Dragged by the collar, drugged by her charms
She was the dealer, had me screamin’ for more

Fluttering like a wayward moth, i appear at your door
In hand, picked daisies and dandelions for your hair
What is this pull that’s pulling me?
Moonstruck, i was lost in your stare.

Two Poems

As I walk outside I hear the plane engine roaring overhead as the plane engine fades I walk deeper outside and I hear the birds inviting me into their Paradise as I walk into their Paradise into the sunshine I see bees trying to figure out which flowers to pollinate but they can’t because they have already pollinated them all as I walk into the shade I hear six (or more) different types of birds chirping telling me not to leave but I have to because my dog has to poo.


It’s far too early to say just what kind of artist he’ll be, but he certainly has a drive and interest to express himself through art, and that is enough. These are my 11 y/o son’s poems. He has the same sense of humor as his old man. He really wanted these on the blog. I’m really happy, something moved him so to put it in words, in song.


As I walk this lonely trail
I hear a bird sing a song not known to mankind
But a song only I know as walk deeper into the forest
But as i walk longer i realize that i don’t know but only nature knows