April 6, 2020

Inspector

rolling up in the red jag
down twisted streets of deception
always rocking in a code of style
…---...   …---... said the Titanic
love of opera an acquired taste like scotch
the taste for scotch I’ve more than acquired, not the opera
crossword puzzle of life obscure clues
up down across diagonal whatever 
life and death isn’t always in black and white
time for a pint of bitter or two at the local pub
always time for one more pint
alcohol makes some people think better live better
has a way of loosening up the brain cells so some say
or sometimes shutting them down
work gets in the way—sometimes conveniently 
impatience your middle name and mine
not liked at least enough by the right people 
downright upright downstairs upstairs
let’s meet at a pub sometime
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April 4, 2020

Russian Holy Man

made my way out of the hinterlands of siberia 
walking across mother russia barefoot wanderer 
playing my bailastroika in the snow 
sold it to some peasant in exchange for a sturdy pair of black boots
a little food—a place to sleep in the barn 
making my way across the great plains
which in all honesty has never been that great
famine in the back pockets of the overalls
like some kind of crazed holy man here I stalk
black beads around my neck--cross o’ gold
I can cure I can heal you must believe
wild frenetic look in my eyes staring a hole in you
scaring people away who don’t understand my magic
attracting women who fall under my power they can’t look away
I can help you my friend now down on your knees and pray
I know what’s best for everyone especially myself
drinking and women and influence
but this isn’t my little confession, it’s a point of fact
I show my good friends in the okhrana watching me a good time
the women come and go all hours of the day
my psychic powers and other powers all powerful 
visions come to me I see I see I see
I don’t always know what I see
bottle of vodka always close by me
play the music comrade I wanna do my dance
late into the night HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!

April 2, 2020

Looking Out A Window

looking out windows 80 stories up
you can see everything and see nothing from up here
interviewing for a job I don’t even want
suits and ties--long train rides into downtown 
interview going smooth as the silk scarf she’s wearing
I tell the interviewer who is an attractive woman just a little older than me
(--a mrs. robinson thing here I'm thinking--) 
that I used to work at a steel mill pourin’ hot orange
she purses her lips and says her ex-husband works at a steel mill
I feel like momentum just changed jerseys 
the interview starts going downhill from there
she says they’ll call to let me know—they haven't yet 
I’m still waiting by the phone 20 years later to hear from them 


looking out a window in my living room
snow’s been coming down for hours now
it’s piling up maybe six or eight inches on the car in the driveway
the neighbor across the street is shoveling heart attack snow
honestly, I don’t think I’d go out and help him if he fell over
that’s not nice of me but I got my reasons
he’s got his driveway cleared now so he can get his car out
I hear a light roar coming and it’s getting louder now
it’s the snow plow plowing the streets and blocks his driveway with large chunks of snow
I can see him come out of his house cursing--I sit back laughing
I’ll wait until it’s dark quiet and starry to do my scraping 


looking out a window six stories up in a hotel bayside
life is suddenly much less complicated with a water view
night falls and hard drinks go down hard with it
I’m in my room--beachside bars with bad cover bands ain’t my thing
look at the drawbridge not far away and watch it go up and down all night
green lights green lights green lights yellow lights red lights sailor sam passing through
on his 25 foot sailboat or whatever long and however it is
traffic over the bridge thinning out as it gets later
all those souls living their lives in anonymity to others living their lives watching them
I am the king of anonymity--the supreme commander of the army of the invisible 
I don’t know no one, no one knows me, it’s better for all of us that way