Category Archives: poetry
In the interim, I have exposed some of my poetry to my Facebook folks. Here is this:
Dedicated to Steven Starger:
(This was originally published in 1985)
I have smoked one-too-many cigarettes.
I have watched the wind and wished to be weightless.
I have tasted the morning-after more than once.
I have cried in my beer and been unable to cry.
I have been accused of being too honest.
I have written too many love poems.
I have eaten too many ice cream cones.
I have craved the American Dream.
I have marched against the same dream.
I have slept with millionaires and vagrants.
I have seen the sun rise at the beach as many times as I have seen it set there.
I have talked politics until four AM.
I have been a band chick and a motorcycle mama.
I have worn false eyelashes.
I have worn false smiles.
I have made art when I had no money for food.
I have walked on the soil of sixteen countries.
I have made love to more men than I care to admit.
I have been raped.
I have learned the laissez-faire theory out of books and in life.
I have clawed at my father’s face.
I have clawed at the face of society.
I have mothered a sister who cries out for a mother.
I have loved a junkie and an accountant.
I have never sold myself.
I have smelled success and puked.
I have played chess until the board got scratched.
I have lived in a church and in a coffin factory.
I have pleaded for the clock to stop its hands.
I have wished years away.
I have wondered if I knew what I was getting myself into.
I have walked on the highway to hell, on highway 61,
on Baker Street, on old Beale Street, and here,
on Owensmouth, where…
I have reviewed the last thirty years.
I have written a single paragraph artist’s statement about
seven years’ worth of work.
I have been married for almost two years.
I have not talked much about the present, and rambled on
about the past.
I have wondered what happened to the faces in my photo albums.
I have defended the city that has given me nothing but these experiences,
and for these I have dearly paid.
I have loved.
I have lived.
I have painted.
I have written.
I have known that some things remain constant.
I had originally made this “public” again, only to use it as an example.
Thirty years later, it stands as strong as it did then.
And, now I have people who want me to write more.