a haiku by Jack Kerouac
August 2, 2006
Perfect moonlit night
marred
by family sqabbles
– J.Kerouac
always saying goodbye always saying hello
July 12, 2006
with each wave
these last moments
bathe our consciousness
there is nothing else.
the breeze
takes our hair
to wave goodbye
jobs are waiting.
put the tiny shells
in your pockets
I tell the boys
so the big ones won’t crush them.
two buddies –
they are eleven
never to be eleven again
the wind dries the tears I hide.
2003
In Walked Sid
July 3, 2006
This is a fantasy of the mind,
a song of the heart,
and a reality of the soul.
It is a true story:
IN WALKED SID
the saxophone cries harshly
where is Sid
where is Sid
where has that cat gone?
the piano starts to pound
where is Sid
where is Sid
who will play our song?
for so many years he gave anew
what he had received
never held back a single note
while through the reed he breathed
a reality to be understood
an affirmation
that life was good-
to listen not in the way we are told
but in a way that was rather, bold.
JAZZ was his religion
more than any other
saying in a million ways,
you gotta love your brother.
and as a singer never tires of song
and a bee never tires of flowers
we always dug that special man,
we were so damn glad he was ours.
So when we heard that he was gone
we went blue funk into black
as we began to realize
the cat
ain’t ever
comin’ back…
then imperceptibly at first
before we could hear
or see
a song washed onto this shore of souls
and some bop began to be
we couldn’t help but begin to smile
as the sun began to shine
and everywhere a cat could see
things started lookin’ fine…
then Sid blew out a rainbow of notes
to say everything is cool
out here we’re really cookin’ man
and Charlie Parker’s teachin’ school!
1999
Love Left Behind
June 18, 2006
How I wish to have him back –
even for a minute.
(We can give a lifetime in a minute.)
2006
The night Joe left
June 16, 2006
Joe asks me
to stay,
to keep
the earthly vigil
into this night.
He speaks no words;
nor do his eyes
look upon me.
No one knows
except he
and I.
This dad cannot
take leave of his family
while lying helpless –
unable to whisper
“don’t worry”
unable to say
goodbye.
exhausted,
the others begin
to go home.
It will be better
this way.
I the sentry
who falls asleep,
He the spirit who sheds
this breaking body.
this sweet life…
Joe continues to stare
at a ceiling he does not see
while his inner core
prepares for
departure.
Across the hall
irritated alarms tweak
the midnight silence
as some poor soul
gets up to
wander.
tell him
he can go – it is okay
to go.
Sitting in the visitor’s chair
at three
a.m.
I fall
victim
to
the
mathematical
drone
of
the
oxygen
machine…
Soon
after,
he touches me.
I awaken.
He is gone.
Missing Him
June 14, 2006
Let’s work backwards:
First, I will miss him just sitting in his chair
content to smile as if he had no needs –
connected by spirit, happy to be.
I will miss the shuffle of his brave feet
planting the walker ahead like an ice axe;
climbing mountains we could not see.
I will miss him presiding above the fondue
a sorcerer in the candle light,
stirring up batches of yuletide glee.
I will miss him saying grace at the helm
from which he would love, work, and lead
a life of no regret – a life of family.
A Mom Like You
May 13, 2006
The world needs
more moms
like you.
A mother to speak softly
about how special
a child is.
A mom to look up to
and feel sure about.
I wish I could send you
to those
who need a mom
like you;
to embrace them
in fragrant warmth
while you sing away
the loneliness.
Eternity smiles
May 5, 2006
On a cold still night
moon lights the room.
I hold her upon my lap
a warm tiny bundle.
Her dark eyes
search this space
as we rock in time
with the universe…
qazse 