Dancing Bear

A Call to Move On



It came
one night
in the darkness of my bed
when I was not alone but
with some stranger who thought
to know me better
It called to me and
I responded with a restless toss
and half opened blood shot eye
-- something called my name

I left at dawn
with packed belongings
drawn to answer the call

and as I traveled
I realized
I know not my own name

I Am Not A Surrealist!
(for David Bolduc)



Ducks boldly flying
V pointing north
in a flickering cyan sky
One pipes out
boldest of them
landing and splashing 
on its reflections
Content in its realism

We Hate the Fire That Forges Us



I am
i was
a child who knew fear
who felt the rage of alcoholic
guardians
Abandonment
and loneliness were
always there for me
Friendships
were hard
as i learned 
to trust few
Sardonic voices whispered
from the shadows of
my mind
Scared little class clown
always
hamming it up
to be liked
My nervousness
made others
think i was bold
Humor was my armor

Now
in the darkening days of
my youth
middle age greeting me
I am still bloody and bruised from banging
at the walls i built
around me
Sad clown of my reflections
always troubling me to be
someone else
someone happier
lighter of heart
I reach out 
touching my lover
She has brought me
to my heart light
I am a friend
a spirit guide to those
whose roads
I have 
traveled on
i was
I am

Youth



To my friend
Michael
I says
as I always says
cause I’m always talkin’
"What has become of our youth"
				"Remember"
			                        He says 
                                                   "I already told you
                                                  Time takes it away"
"Oh, yeah"
I says
"Then what’s the point of it all"
                                                                An he
says
                                         "The point is getting old"