Thank You

Thank you Father, Jesus, Mary, Muhammad, Vishnu, and Whitman. Thanks be to Buddha, Bukowski, Brahma, and Bellows. Praise of Miller, Mailer, Mamet, and Miles; special offerings to Mingus, Coltrane, Satchmo and Tatum. I am grateful to Bill Evans, McCoy Tyner, the wisdom of Fante; the old Grove Press and Riverside Records. Dostoevsky was a saint […]

Contractual Agreement

Curly blonde Sue delivered the news: she loved me. “See, I was fucking this black guy…and the whole time we was doing it….I couldn’t stop thinking of you,” a lip-glossed smile, a direct hit. No, I said. If you loved me, you wouldn’t have fucked the black guy, or the Polack, or that Irish prick, […]

St. Louis EBT Blues

my tits droop… sitting naked in a chair… belly exposed…thinking of pork chop sandwiches… gun shots fired into darkness…. those niggers are at it again… give me a bus pass… leave …let the soul fly….into the arms of a whore….never shall we kiss… crack lingers ’round corners…so do the smells of fried tripe and smelts… […]

Pedestrian Rant

“I’m walkin here. I’m walkin here.” To the drivers of the Lincoln Urban Assault Vehicles…the Range Rovers…the smarty Smart Cars my ex wife finds to be cute….I’m watching you. Forcing cripples to move faster, old yentas to curse, and fat vagabonds second thoughts upon actions committed; a crosswalk is a crosswalk. Swerving around turnabouts on […]

Just Quiet

Quiet. No talking, nor gestures; just quiet. It is a silence that keeps waking me; no gunshots, no sirens, no blaring bass from an SUV; just a nauseating nothing. This will change soon….it always does. And, then what? A constant noise, never-ending, always a beat, a rhythm; forcing one to always be on the lookout […]


from the Ohio River to the Hudson…accents change..landscapes differ..Christmas trees in Wheeling windows… artificially colored in reds..greens.. whites..glistening strands of silver slivers dance in the day break. at the Greyhound station in Pittsburgh.. a black kid sagging points toy guns at real life figures on a screen…one dead..two dead..a mass killing while a television show […]


and I walked down Halsted at four in the morning…past bars.. taverns spilling out toxins onto the sidewalks… smells of stale beer and bad colognes… broads who scored big with men of their dreams…stockbrokers..pharmaceutical reps..a  young turk with an idea of how to make millions… they go for that sort of thing… Mexican joints filled […]


men and women…some criminally insane… others with different agendas… paced up and down the psych ward hallway at Bellevue. this Dominican was my roommate…missing an arm and a leg…jumped in front of a 6 train heading for the Bronx. he said, I’m trying out for the Yankees this year… you think I got a shot?… […]

The Window

Rich autumnal  colors bring memories of you. An algae covered bell accents the picture; a tiered fence between us. It is Indian Summer in November; the dying never looked so good.

Wednesday Night before Thanksgiving

seated at the counter of an all – night diner drinking coffee..cockroach strolled by…said hello…kept walking… A waitress wearing a tight black tee…pair of pants accentuating peaks and valleys… made her way down to my deal…pot in hand with a smile and a shake… Ya want anything else sugar, laid down a check… a smiley […]