Gulliver’s Tailgater (2018)

The security system at the William Mason Library is on, the lights turned off and we are officially closed. It’s a touch past 9 and getting dark on this hot August night.

“Good night.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Safe drive.”

I check the front door one final time to ensure it’s truly locked.

Big Bill Broonzy’s Got The Blues Again (2019)

The chimes at midnight
reverberate down my spine / into my soul
A coyote packs howling
sets the dogs to barking / & I’m shaking
The sound of a broken acoustic guitar
pierces my soul /
Big Bill Broonzy’s in my dreams again
Big Bill Broonzy’s in my dreams again

Big Bill Broonzy’s got the blues again
You ain’t learned shit since you stole the blues
give him his money, he’s paid his dues
Big Bill Broonzy’s got the blues again

The Road To Utopia (2019)

Get the suitcase out
time to get it packed,
check the weather
is it going to rain?
Where are the maps?
Where are the maps?
Do we even know where we’re going?
We have to be absolutely positively sure
we know where we’re going.

Who’s looking after the dog?
I don’t know about this
I don’t know
are we doing the right thing?

This Isn’t Sarcasm (1986)

I was watching PEN ’86 on television last night
and all the writers bitched and complained about politics in literature,
and I got really pissed off,
I mean, why wasn’t I invited?
I can bitch and complain with the best of them,
and besides,
I’m a better poet than Allen Ginsberg
and better looking as well.