Poems About: CHICAGO

That damned tooth gave me truckloads of curry
and I had to reluctantly go
to the dentist, her name was Doc Murray
in the town of Antonio. read more »

I don't use a car.
Just mass transit in Paris–
sputtering by, engines cranking,
gears grinding, tires whirring. read more »

Last Friday Night
in this old house
9 years after it all started for me
back then when I was just read more »

Humbly, he had hoped for more,
in this the third Christmas
beyond the all-day therapy sessions,
the all-night interventions, read more »

Something weighs heavy on the man
Lulled to sleep deep in the recliner.
Something has cut his taut line
And slashes age across his face read more »