Songs and What They Remind Me Of!

Songs and What They Remind Me Of!

BY THE SPECTATOR โ€“ John Maloney โ€œAll or Nothing at Allโ€ โ€“ What the IRS sings to us taxpayers. โ€œHome on the Rangeโ€ โ€“ Housewife who doesnโ€™t go out to work. โ€œItโ€™s a Sin to Tell a Lieโ€ โ€“ Anyone in Washington DC โ€œItโ€™s Deโ€“Lovelyโ€ โ€“ Tax refund check arrives. โ€œSomebody Else is Taking My […]

Poem of the Week: Smash Crash

too much coffee focus out the booze too many lonely nights make love blues– late conversation verses dreamland smash foggy head trip early morning crash– how much devotion to all those wasted days how many more times to emerge from the haze–

JERUSALEM OF OLD

BY DONALD R. SIEGEL Prophets still walk the avenues of yesterday guiding the tourists through hidden passages under the Western Wall to Solomon’s treasures and the freshest water in Herod’s pool. Even though it is warm a cold swear envelops me as I walk in their footsteps. I can feel the energy of David the […]

Poem of the Week: Congers Iron Rails

BY HARRY WAITZMAN I discover groves of sunlight in my white clapboard hamlet. The pale Victorian homes look as if they were peeled from picture postcards and pasted on tidy lawns. Garage doors open and Irish cops and fireman fly to the Bronx to put down flames and mayhem. Iโ€™m conned by rust railroad tracks […]

Poem: Survival Hardware II

BY HARRY WAITZMAN My poetry is pumped up by smog and mercury, the lines stretch like knotted rubber bands. I wish there was more horseradish in my life, instead of sugar-coated Cheerios. Corn syrup thins my blood. Salt and pepper preserve my tongue. Honest decay, skunk stink tosses my breath. I feel faint, but stench […]

Poem of the Week: SURVIVAL HARDWARE

BY HARRY WAITZMAN My sledgehammer tongue whacks the world, one, two, three, two times a day, evening and morning, my eyes paint the world green three times a day every morning. No reason, each day gives us chances, you win some and lose some, so I would butt like a billie goat and piss on […]