Category: Penman Lounge

  • Hey Goodlookin’

    The good fortune express has come Shedding its goods on someone We saw on t.v. with that wry smile, Pretending its not transitory, And only fifteen minutes long. In the middle of it all we climaxed, Led protest against the approval Of the imprisoned choir. Totalitarian Rule was just whispering in the background At this…

  • No Embers Remain

    Nothing holds. No matter how much You water it, the soul slips Away. It lingers in the concert hall As the end arrives it leaves Collectively with all others Wandering to the exits, disappearing Into the night. A crew will clean up. The silent edifice holds the nothing That still remains. What we Claim to…

  • CONCRETE CONFINEMENT

    I place my deepest thoughts on this paper, hoping somebody reads it. Put my life out there like a spectacle, hoping somebody sees it. I envision all the tension not shown on television. People struggling to the end to just wind up at the beginning. The whole world needs an intervention. See my brother as…

  • The Flexing of Time

    We’re coming on. Just about to hit the spot. Ask, and you shall be questioned. Carry on, pass this way, no that way. Look harder into….Those eyes just say it. All out and about the robin did run. Touchy, feely, please heel when I call. Alabaster, mother of plaster, holder of lost Prayers and causes…

  • Atonement

    One more moment We exist like this always But where have we gone, been? Away from it, I sit here, reverently In a matter of an instant, most things have changed Where am I going? I ask the coffee table It will be here for me tomorrow, so there is my answer The mirror holds my…

  • Two New York Poems

    Knowing the Truth in memory of Frank O’Hara Turn out all those stop lights please I’m on the go again pack it up put on your hat the caretaker is away for the weekend your heart is allowed to fly around at will once more The curse of rubber stockings in a bathysphere & dreams…

  • Liberating The Country From Those In The Way

    There were accords left unsigned. How shy we all seemed at the start. Logs rolling in the distance left much Unsaid. Speculation planted hope in Building a new frontier. “Less said, The better,” signaled the magistrate. “The original natives endlessly complained, Until we disposed of them.” The remainders Became wayward servants. We on occasion wear…

  • A Hundred Unbelievable Makes

    Denver, October 9. Noted UFO hunter Ronald Baker claims, “there are now many aliens from other worlds living among us who can assume human form and remain undetected to all but a rare few with experience in these things.” Mr. Baker does not claim to know any personally. as thief Rethought how about stealing years…

  • Respecting Oneself Is Far From Narcissism

    I say to no one in general nor directly, I love myself; then a thought occurred, “Am I boasting?” So, I asked another, “Hey, Am I boasting when I proclaimed “I love myself?” He looked at me as to sized me up and ask me, “what you think?” I answered, “that why I asking you.…

  • Lachesis

    Landlubbers, the crescent moon has arrived with slanting tales to populate your sleepless nights. Laplanders, the croissants have arrived with breakfast tales singing a version of Paris. Lugubrious joiners, the crestfallen arrange the breaking hearts in versions of temporary relief. Laconic gymnasts crest the heights. The braking assistants bring them belief. Largess gained, crevices open,…