by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
Amour or One of Those Other Words Is it the end of something?Some finalitythat I just realized?Is it like the last springthe last smileor the last thunderstormof all time?Of course it isbut I have pretended, for a long timefor my entire lifeand held to some beliefthat...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
Lottery Love In the short time Since we met I feel like someone gave me The first four lotto numbers With a hint that number five Could come with time Just be patient And it will come Oh, and then There is the chance For the big one I can see the numbers...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
Leaving It All Behind There is an interesting thing about leaving it all behind.Oh, of course, there is the dramaand the worry about what next.But one of the first...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
Wallowing in the Music “What kind of music do you like?”asked a new voice.And I stumbled through my usualpoor explanation of the off brands,obscure and hard to define.It’s a little folk, a little blues,a little southern rock sometimes.It is sort of...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
Bitch Slap the Blues Damn. I guess it is time to face the depression.For days I have tried to bury myselfin 84 hours of the Sopranos from start to finish.All the while, I push the blackness away,but it keeps...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
Google Maps (3731 Chili Ave, Rochester NY 14624) Google Maps has a new feature. You can look up an address and look back in time. One of those addresses that are embedded in your brain. From writing the address time after time on envelope that would magically fly...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
That Damn Grin What was I looking for? I don’t remember for I got distracted. My mind wandered onto a new page as it does quite often these days. But look what I found. Look at that grin. Not mine, you fool – hers. Damn. I...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
The First Time I Didn’t Cry Fear sometimes is like ice drenching your bowels with a paralyzing grip. How well I remember tho’ the years have softened the blow a bit. A bit but not all for I remember sitting beneath the Stork Phone where happy fathers...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
It Couldn’t Have Been You* The years play tricksand make me wonderif I really remember the way things wereor if sometimesI remember a version that doesn’t burnor open wounds anew.It is not a matter of merely forgettingdue to the years extracting their toll.No, it is...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
What Am I Doing? I hung up the phone His little voice still ringing in my ear “I love you, Dad.” And I want to scream Why am I here? What am I doing? I found the VCR tape today Of when he and I went to the canal To see all the tadpoles And baby frogs Just...
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