Thursday, May 16, 2024

> for something

For some time                         <now
I've harbored dreams
of running off 
to write poetry
with some small
bright
dark haired woman
to a town that has no name
where she can teach school
and I might maintain
a dusty roadside motel


But what I really want
is for her to find
the answer
to her doubt         
and to give her the chance    
to uncover her smile       
and for her to play a part
in what becomes
my turnaround

-dp-
2-16-18



Tuesday, April 16, 2024

> thrift store


Do you miss things,
the rewards of work
warmer days come fall,
understanding
anything?

Do you fear the future,
those tiny dogs
yapping at your fence
do they hold you
from salvation?

Check your calendar
take some time off
visit a thrift store.
browse through rows
of discarded hope.

Share some goodwill
make a purchase
meet someone
take her home
make love.

Imagine she is
similar to
salvation,
it's never really
been so hard.


-dp-
4-11-24




Do you miss things,
the rewards of work
cooler days come fall
understanding
anything?

Do you fear the future,
the tiny dogs
yapping at your fence
holding you
from salvation?

Check your calendar
take some time off
visit a thrift store.
browse the rows
of discarded hope.

Share goodwill
make a purchase
meet someone
take her home
make love.

Imagine she is
similar to
salvation
it's never really
been that hard.



Imagine her as
one similar to
salvation,
it's never really
been so hard

Saturday, October 13, 2018

> leaves


surrender me
to lips less familiar
scatter our kisses
helplessly
into fading winds


leave me to leave's
dry and descending
dancing freely
on gentle breeze
before your path


-dp-
10-13-18

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

>ancient winds


we could fall 
from here    
to another desert
not gated or green
to some quiet
heart-shaped canyon
echoed by dreams    
softened by clouds   
lost to ancient winds    
left to abandon
with soft lunar landings
on those places once 
closer to our start

-dp-
3-27-18

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

>XXXXX>must


must I live this life
day by day
poem to poem
spend paycheck
after paycheck
until some organ fails
or a car crosses 
the center line.

do I watch tv
and share tomorrows
with a woman who
won't hold my hand
or buy me smokes
who's parted our dreams
leaving restless nights

are we left with                     
this is mine
and no you don't
should I skip or run
to someone new
and share our steps                                   >new
through numbered days.                          >with


-dp-
2-14-18


Friday, December 29, 2017

lot's wives, an american fable

when the one-armed undertaker
built a shadow for his house
he rimmed it proper with crimson
and pennies snatched from town

he rode a mule from there and back
to gather folks about
those who cared came home with him
to share the wonders of his lot

He raised his hand to purify
a gesture feigned for luck
and showed them all that crimson shadow
as the men-folk turned to salt

this was less his slight intention
this passing of the men
as women folk then loved him dearly
no longer captives of their plans


-dp-
12-28-17

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

desert moon

we could fall
away from here    
to another desert
not gated or green

to a heart-shaped canyon
echoed in dreams    
softened by clouds   
blown by solar winds    

born to abandon
past lunar landings
we lay on parts near
Saturn's valiant moons

-dp-
11-29-17

Thursday, November 23, 2017

> droppage


must everything fall
into something deep
or narrow, or both 
and always out of reach

at the end of the day
when it's found 
by accident
in a place 
you've looked
a hundred before

buried in a pocket,
mixed with small change
or sunk to the bottom
where tools are kept
 
-dp-
11-23-17

> last call

I think that's god
passed out
at the end of the bar
he's been there 
every night
'till closing

and he looks 
so tired                    
not good at all
as if every day
is just too long

I've heard 
he's been coming 
in late for work 
and been caught
sleeping on the job 

poor guy
think I will buy him 
Hennessey
neat
before last call


-dp-
11-22-17

Friday, November 10, 2017

> regret

find this note
tacked to a pole
check with my friends
or find me down the road


I'll be there
digging through cans
smoking found butts
sleeping in dark places

leave me alone
hurting from change
spent on times gone
and on those I once loved

I've lost it all
to wrong numbers
I thought were all mine
when only yours counted        


-dp-
10-10-17

Saturday, November 4, 2017

>> satin clouds


I  sleep in clouds
with satin angels
above a gilded world        

embraced in soft wings
soothed by feathery lips
lost in brilliant nights             

unable to dream
adrift in every hope                   
bearing conflicted rest              

wishing to redeem
through fractured halos
a softer humankind                 

-dp-
9-24-17

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

>> unfettered

I want to sleep
with angels
in satin clouds
unfettered
and warm
in their wings

-dp-
10-3-17

Thursday, September 21, 2017

>> filler


if olives
were as big as apples
or maybe pears
and seedless
like watermelons
I'd be in heaven

-dp-
9-21-17

Monday, July 31, 2017

> road trip

one day
we can get up
dress early, drive
somewhere
further than Burbank
away from the beach
into the sun
beyond Pomona
and visit Colton           
hub of industry
center of progress
                                                          
we could stop
at the Crash Inn
for smokes, lunch
and drinks
as I point out 
homes and bridges
that my father built
but are now just echoes                 
and the Target store 
that now stands vacant
where the hospital was
long ago when I was born

-dp-
7-31-17

Thursday, July 20, 2017

>> nuts

your nuts taste funny
are they contaminated
or old? Did you check
the aluminum seal
before popping the
hard to tug tab
what's the expiration date
are they salted
the peanuts taste worse
the almonds are hard
and awful

-dp- 
7-20-17