Friday, October 27, 2017

Some small poems

Lone bird
It's blues

As summer
Gets hotter - 
The conversation
Is more

And big jets
Of endless commerce
Scarf up what's left
of the sky.


I'm a bygone day
cant go to the hardware
and  keep from crying


I hear her on the air
in the rustling leaves
in the communiqués of birds in the trees

She’s the antidote for
peculiar and preponderating facts
that connect this tragic age

Ida mae

Ida mae


Invisible Friend - After Champion Jack's TB Blues
when i was just a little boy
i was about the age of five
when i was just a little boy
i was about the age of five
i dint have to pretend
cause I had an invisible friend

He lived under the kitchen table
the best friend i ever found
on old augusta street
the best friend i ever found
nobody else could see Mel
but i liked him anyhow.

when i grew up
i became a drinking man.
I'd stop by the bar with a paper
and my friend would understand
we'd talk about assassinations
anything that came to hand

now my friend is gone
I'm not going to see him again
got Arthur-itus
n I may not drink again
but how i wish that i could see-
see my old invisible friend.

When the half-and-half is half full
there’s a guy in the house that fills it

he fills it back with milk
He calls it half and half and half

Don’t ask If it’s half full or half empty
Because he’ll fill it either way


skunk in the garden
known for its spray
wakes me at night
and tells me to turn
each fan on exhaust

i saw its other side
skunk rooting
low and prehistoric
tending to the earth
slow moving
like a sloth

i have never
such patience
would like to be so calm and cool

for now i
tend to
the sky.


(After Apollinaire's "Pretty Red Head" )

Pale, fragile
ruddy red haired girl

and dark nomad-eyed
friend girl

in black

they stand close by 
the big box
of silver needles
at the 

held by a magnetism 
i am thinking
mysticism too. 

- Asa Wentoff-Juan Mourning, 2009


Swimming lessons

The farmboys would send
their dogs on me -
as I rode my Schwinn on
the road -
where the cabbage
were humming.
(Pua Sadinia)

I came upon a waterfall
on the beautiful island
Light flowed through the greenery
on a flower like a diamond.

John the Revelator, great advocator
Get's 'em on the battle of Zion
Lord, tellin' the story, risin' in glory
Cried, "Lord, don't you love some I"
Well Moses to Moses, watchin' the flock[13]
Saw the bush where they had to stop[14]
God told Moses, "Pull off your shoes"[15]
Out of the flock, well you I choose[16]


Bottle man on sneaker feet with
Shopping cart bumps down the street
Sunday morning in sleepy universe


Morn blues

I just remembered | 
that it's election day | 
So I bop on down behind the church | 
n vote for Tito Jackson

From the train I saw | 
radio tower disappear | 
it's top in cloudy mist - 
Next stop Waban  


On leaving my Aunt Gert's burying

Gert's car - a gold Buick -
My dad had her sign over 
On just about her death bed
To me.

It was really small fare
for the care he gave her
on her way out the turnstile.

And - tho not as hip
as her previous SS like Skylark -
it was choice.

almost literally 
only been used to go
to church. There
in Harwichport.

Gert's car - refused to start
on the sunny day that 
I was leaving her burying.

Did my cousin  or me
jump the starter 
with a screwdriver?

I don’t know - but 
t'was a chuckle and a back shiver
as the old gold Buick started
and we held wonderment 
at ghostly electricity

the graveyard 

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