• 39 Street Kosher Chicken Market

    On Fridays the Rabbi came
    cut the chicken’s necks while
    saying a prayer, then hung them
    on hooks as exsanguination... more »

  • A Nice Bottle Of Chianti

    She was sent home to die plain & simple.
    Paperwork needed and her insurance
    didn’t warrant keeping her comfortable
    in a hospital bed medicated... more »

  • Another Poem I Can’t Saw The Wife (Part 12)

    You wake up and she’s there,
    and
    it could be a lot worst I admit.... more »

  • Cancer (Part3)

    I’d like to go to Arizona maybe Nevada
    sit on the desert floor look at the mountains
    and all that sky pray, no doubt cry,
    tell God I’m sorry beg his forgiveness... more »

  • Coming & Going

    And when it was over,
    when dirt was packed on casket,
    headstone moved back in place.
    The Mexican labors... more »

  • Death Works For Her.

    Like a kid standing in line for ice cream
    ‘she wants to be first’,
    explaining.... more »

  • Down For The Count

    lying in bed 24 hour weather channel
    telling me don’t worry
    it’s gonna be bright & sunny tomorrow,
    pint of ben & Jerry's, box of gourmet... more »

  • Dream # 84

    Death is sitting
    on the edge of my bed,
    doing necessary paperwork.
    Questioning me on my age... more »

  • I Say Good Morning To My Garbage Men,

    thank them for picking up my trash,
    wish them a good day,
    they look at me as if I’m nuts half the time
    standing there outside in a bathrobe,... more »

  • I’ve Become My Father

    I look in a mirror and see the old man,
    I was told was there from fourteen years old.... more »

  • On Killing The Old Man (Part 4)

    I knew it was over between Cheryl,
    my black girlfriend and me
    when I found myself one Sunday afternoon
    in some store front... more »

  • The Dog He Wanted

    He walked the dog everyday
    the way he said he would,... more »

  • The Truth

    One doesn’t become more beautiful with age.
    The wife and I both pushing sixty now,
    are sure of this one!... more »

  • Two Years

    It takes two years to kill yourself,
    to get to the point you don’t care anymore,
    and even if you wanted to.
    You couldn’t bring yourself back.... more »