Spice of Asparagus

The rain pelted, popping
…like corn
‘gainst steamy crystal window panes
while th’exquisite, pungent
spice of asparagus
clung, lingering …
arousing a longing, arousing a hunger
for the hard, nameless, brawny swain’s
glimmering, limering eyes
where had he come from?
what could it mean?
how could I seize its clinging
insatiable, its lusty allure
and bottle it…


He’s the one, it’s clear as day
the night is coal with clarity. Noo…
he’s the one! the bacharach sings
in perfect pitch, my wetted finger
tracing ’round to ring its beveled
crystal rim

And’s always felt I’ve known that tune
without a doubt
yes, that’s the one!
whose melody I’ll draw
into my lungs, like oxygen

Of screaming…
riding rickety, wooden terror
coasting electric, rolling rails
metallic squealing, slings us outward…
plummeting corkscrew
twisted trails

Sinking inky, ecstatic plunge
black oblivious, abounding abyss
bubbling, buoyant, bouncing, brighter
looming surface hues of blue
shades of tranquil, shades of golden

Azure skies unshackle…
my, centripetally shanghaied
shallow breath

Labor Day Longing

A certain bright sadness
lights on labor day weekend; hangs
in the humid
suspended, salty breeze
jealous echoes long
for June’s fervent repaid promise
its budding, revivifying
fulgent summer sun

Passing seasons prompt an image:
giddy, peace-seeking beach pilgrims
beneath pastel-colored parasols
and savagely handsome
brawny bearded gadabouts
rugged faceless men
– mostly
the ones wade nakedly
seeking treasures
in their tightly-tailored
flesh-colored suits
knee-high through low-tide
sea marshes
and gilded scorching sand dunes
the ones, no one
ever hardly…
rarely ever, seems to meet

Driving mindlessly
barring on-ramps
choking route 6 from use
staking claim to my beaches
buying blue fish in schools
blocking tables to devour
my outer cape lobster
in candlelit, oceanfront hipsterants
they pillage my stores
imbibe at my bars
dance the night
to electronic beats

On tight steamy floors
make love to the eager
our sightless, our jaded
our local strangers
then suddenly, they vanish
like a sprightly ocean wolf
beneath the towering
rhythmic surf, an inhale
then a ROAR
falls crashing, and it shimmers
‘neath a longing harvest moon…
its incandescent essence
to’n abandoned
silver shore

Sunlight and Silhouettes

Some mornings seem to twinkle
brighter than others
as I sink deeper
into my snug, chocolate
worn leather arm chair

The cool late August breeze
washes like a stinging splash
of salty-cold cape cod ocean
over my still waking eyes
filling my nostrils
with the meaty scent of brine

Sunlight and silhouettes flicker
slip slowly ‘cross my thigh
then pounce like a lynx
onto cream-colored walls

Shadow puppets morph
into giant jungle-green, leopard-skinned soaring-necked giraffes
exotic knuckle-kneed, glade-wading
powder-blue flamingoes, imperious
golden lolling lions and tigers
and ruby-masked knights
tilting at urban windmills
on medieval paths

Animated tales
told in cinematographic light
and shadow of a shifting
vernal equinox
of wind blown leaves
on trees that block the bright

Indifference foretells the tail
of yet another
luscious fleeting summer
of vibrant green hues
and vivid august blues

Born of solitary moments
spontaneous, she leeps
in shimmering single slivers
life dances, for a breath
across scintillating silver
unscripted screens of time

Fists of snowballs, paper-white
hydrangeas pinken softly
signaling us, sparingly
of autumn’s imminent, unrelenting
sweetly ominous, arrival