Toward the end of 6th grade,
on a school field trip, 

much larger than I, 

grabbed me hard by the throat 
and kissed me full on the lips. 

I recoiled in horror, and wiped my mouth of it. 

She’s gone now, and she never gave me another.

some nights, late and alone in the dark,

I long for one more,

but, it was a once in a lifetime event.
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A storm’s wrath had wrenched
the robin’s nest from the tree above.
Jerry and i, boys of ten or so,
stumbled upon it the next morning.
The mother robin stood her ground,
fluffing her red chest in defiance.
We two, pretenders of brave big game hunters,
executed her with a BB gun, and laughed about it.
Jerry grew up, played big-time college football,
and became a famous California detective. 
i went on to teach children our language,
lay bare my shame in poetry.
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Speed Demons

 Speed Demons
In our frantic dash through life,
we’ve devised

microwave ovens,
self-checkout lanes,
next day delivery,
blazing gigahertz.

Thank God for

the slow summer days

that draw sweet corn seed seven feet toward heaven,
lingering kisses in the night,
and the nine loving months that mother and child
are one.
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When lovely spring blooms arrive 
after a dreary winter gloom,

and feathers tickle your nose,
like pepper to sweeping broom,

let's be wise and sensible,
and not quick remedy assume.

better to be proactive, 
and purchase boxes of 

of, of, of,

lilac scented
ti-  shoo! 

oh, nebbermind,
tumbody plede padd duh dissue.
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A Wedding Dirge

A Wedding Dirge

Ezekiel connected dem dry bones,

Mr. Khashoggi? What a nice surprise.
What brings you to Istanbul?

What else? My love waits in Istanbul.
Now hear the word of the Lord.

Backbone connected to the shoulder bone,
Shoulder bone connected to the neck bone.

I need the required Marriage Document.
Now hear the word of the Lord.

Neck bone connected to the head bone,
Head bone connected to the arm bone.

Please come with us, Mr. Khashoggi.
Now hear the word of the Lord.

Hatice is waiting outside. She'll be worried.
Now hear the word of the Lord.

Arm bone connected to the wrist bone,
Wrist bone connected to the hand bone.

We insist, Mr. Khashoggi! You dare to write!
You overstep the bounds! You dare to criticize!

I write only of the truth. Is truth a crime?
Please. Our wedding is soon. Hatice. Hatice.

Hand bone connected to the finger bone,
Finger bone connected to the truth bone.

There is a dear price to pay, Mr. Khashoggi!
Now hear the word of the Lord.

I cannot breath! Please! I beg of you. Have mercy!
Now hear the word of the Lord.

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