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a leaf that lingered brown

i blame robert frost
his cold methodology
his need to fill disused graveyards with
death’s dazzling white snow glamour
a slow creep crystalline across
an already shattered windshield

i blame robert frost
as i cannot blame
my father
my friend
or an absent god
for them forgetting
they had promises to keep

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

following tracks

yes, we are plunging into the snowy wood
because i come from a long line
of dead indians
outdoorsmen and southern drunks
my shotgun
and trusty steed of a dog
inked pheasant feather in my cap
but we wouldn’t dare shoot a thing
not so much as a skittering squirrel
though dad showed me how to skin ’em
with five slits of a pocket knife
when i was six
i won’t spill blood for the sake
of making noise
and the chance
to lean against a tree
sipping sunday bourbon

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

the white death

he was
beautiful and brilliant
more talented than most

in countless things

sharp tongued
well traveled
and tastefully dressed
he knew the password at every speak easy
in brooklyn
and the drummer of all the world’s local bands

i remembered the way he loved me tonight
during the three hour drive home
in the white death
passing cars stranded
off the road
a three car pileup
and people bleeding
even the plows couldn’t get to us

but not me
he found me all weather tires
at good year
and saw to everything with one phone call
even made sure the men were extra nice to me

he was each one of those things
the way all the best monsters are

fuck him
for my remembrance of this
for this poem
fuck him
for being a tragedy

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within the milk of a star lit morning

the first time
i saw his face
a moment suspended
within the milk of a star lit morning

deep beneath
layers of winter
my tightly cut
snow glistening
wool coat and garbo scarf
glided through quarter notes
on the moving street

he turned to face me directly
as i came closer

his eyes forgot everything but mine

one look
and i knew
that i’d been going about it all wrong

i raised my brow
with a sultry smile
and said

good morning

in such a way
that made him want to hear it

just like that
into his ear

as he entered me
for centuries