Goodbye Yellow Brick Wall


that yellow brick road

where we were all told 

would lead us home was

party line they sold 


Hello yellow brick

you're no road at all 

apartheid wasteland

behind the blonde wall 


walled off courtyard

in palaces of pain

regent malignant 

with iron-fist reign


put on pedestal

so easy to fall off 

a stoning target  

to jeer at and scoff 


Quasimodo wheeled

out to foolish japes

a Motley princess 

for cavorting apes 


funny how I thought

this poem would stay

in the sunshine state 

guess it needs its say 


sick of silence sounds

my auto-gagging

tea leaves read as read

in their red-flagging 


doing this, we are

the gauntlet is thrown

by Damocles sword 

hard home truths shown


singled out scapegoat

sacrificial lamb 

golden fatted calf 

so you say I am 


well goodbye to roads

leading me back home 

going less traveled

snowy lake dune roam


off-piste pilgrimage

follow true north star

not all lead to Rome

I've sojourned so far


there's houses and home

with nowhere to dwell

I shall pioneer paths 

to woods loved so well







Broom Smoke Hate Mail



read the ghost writing

scrawled on bathroom wall

silent message shouts 

plainly heard by all 


but me.


her broom smoke hate mail 

writ for Oz to see 

Wicked Witch warning

go home, Dorothy!


poison pen letter

in contrail graffiti 

no misunderstanding

blunt soliloquy


can't miss signet ring

in slammed shut wax seal 

eviction notice 

homelessness is real 


my seagull note cards 

addressed back to me 

violent rainbow ink 

bitter irony 


burnt tailpipe scratches 

mar chaste silver chrome

of house numbers where

I once called home


finger pointed exit

scarecrow can't decide

how to get us back

nor where I reside 


floating to Kansas

suppose we could be

we might also be

blowing out to sea


pretty metaphors 

cannot terror hide 

balloon cut asunder

to drift rogue and wide 


past all illusion

patchwork family

where broken window

isn't just a theory


Oz was gaslighting

would-be wizard lied

behind iron curtain 

hypocrisy to hide


two-side feather quill

pens divorce decree

with binding contract 

written just for me


double edge sword cuts

their responsibility 

while also severing 

my autonomy 


this rhyme is over 

but it never ends

gift keeps on giving 

in the pain it sends 






















chancel tracery 



Greek Chorus Line


A Greek chorus line 

puppets dance can-cans

bloomer showing skirts 

high-kicking with fans 


Follies in burlesque

grinding fine the grain 

underneath red mill 

Moulin Rouge refrain


where music is hot

dancers are stone dead

called for another to

the queen off her head 


tragedies wailing 

upon the trombone 

Jazz funeral mass

Daddy, take it home


take us all back to

homeland security

behind picket fences 

for our pickle tea


wanna lay me down

beside Zuiderzee 

hemlock needle fleece 

cocooned around me 


no more I love yous

sacchrine sweet nothings

quicksand promises  

attached with no strings



oh give me that home

so long longed for 

beyond welcome sign 

inside the slammed door 


won't you dream weave me 

back to my Omi 

Plenty-scented table 

with a seat for me 


her hobbit windmill 

wafts Boston brown bread 

cedar closeted 

with a trundle bed 


I don't want to dance 

cake walks to the grave 

ceaseless requiem

beneath undertow wave 


let's ride the Time Warp

in three quarter time  

dance monkey sock hop

to a lake dune rhyme




Pink Rain Boot Cinderella



Wind like paperboy 
walking past cemetery 
whistles through its teeth
in minor flats off key 

quicksilver raindrops
embracing gently 
coming down in chains
of chased filigree

a Greek chorus-line 
tragedy to sing 
to thunder reverb
and zig-zag lightning

Jackson Pollock storm 
spatter works of art
using tree debris 
for balloon and dart

nature decoupage
wet leaf applique 
red, orange, yellow
deciduous bouquet

Typewriter hailstones
fusillade pelting 
a shooting gallery 
BBs ricocheting

Rattle clacking refuse
playing pick-up sticks
on wrought iron bars
rat-a-tat of clicks

ornate lioned gate 
along the sidewalk
decorated in 
child's scrawls of chalk

fencing in ruins 
decayed yesterday 
no one to scold us
they've all gone away

in peum-peum zwings 
ring Seussian knells
with the big brass band 
on Jing-Tingler bells 

in wet through gym shoes
surprised by the rain 
never mind the weather 
come and play again

This time won't forget 
I'll bring the umbrella 
to shelter my pink
rain boot Cinderella 

don't wait for another
snap up every chance 
reach out with both hands
May I have this dance? 

waltz like there' no tomorrow
for it may never be
hop the dragon boat
down to Honeah Lee

let us like the storm
enjoy our heyday 
far too quickly we
too shall pass away

So come rack and ruin
come the mourning bell
with elements laughing 
in child joy we dwell


 to all my dear grandchildren Silas, Moses, Lola, Lucian, Henry, Milo, Juno, Ezra, Emmett, Remus, Flora, Maxie and Cash, who don't mind soggy shoes and rain on their face. Dance like there's no tomorrow. Love Omi 



Sing a Sangfroid Lullaby


It's crying out today

Won't you pretty please play?

in mercury rain

of glittering gray


I tell the children

mum won't go away

dad's not gone for good

they'll come back to stay


where did I find this

sangfroid surety

for mine always left 

Lonely little me


My chicks deserve peace 

so I do not tell 

all my longings cast 

in a wishing well 


laughingly we play

in quicksilver gloam

then tuck you up tight

safe within your home 


a purple blanket

woven of twilight

God rest you, dearest 

in the balm of night


then comes the goddess

from the land of dawn 

sending sun to bed

as stars stretch and yawn


celestial sailor 

ferries you to sleep 

dropping dream petals  

velvet slumber keep 


wakens as she goes

lemon cheesecake moon

I will hover near 

with the dish and spoon


then cutlery and I

will hum a wee tune

cat sings lullaby 

his meowry croon 


when all is settled

in kitten curled nest 

only then will I

close my eyes to rest 


with dusky mist whisps 

then I shall wrap me

cuddle closeted 

in cedar mem'ry 



with love to the cedar closet in the den of the grama-grampa house on Crestwood Lane. 






 

My Poem, My Rules


name and claim said the preacher man 

more holy-speak I didn't understand

doubt he'd hear what I could naming claim

ever the foreign tongued from alien land 


but yanno, having said all that 

I'll name what I was afraid to see 

comprehension wasn't my problem

and what's wrong with church wasn't me


(like I always thought it was)


here's some honesty, long overdue 

no more cantors staking their claim 

This is my poem and my rules 

I'll be the judge of what I name


Are we clear upon all that 

on with truth, moving right along

secret handshakes and passwords don't prove

That to some exclusive club you belong 


why can't you just spell it out 

why the mysterious babbling

The Bible doesn't stutter 

We shouldn't need a decoder ring 


gaslighting insinuations 

some vague thing we're failing to claim

Sinners scalded and finger-pointed out

in weekly round of blame-shame-game 


lecturing on what we already do

knowing nothing of our backstory 

instead of meeting us where we are

we are co-opted to fit the homily 


recklessly reburning our old scars 

no thought of how the words cut 

rigid pompous self-assured 

sucker punch in a bruised gut 


tempted to temper these thoughts of mine

with smoothing and soothing I always do

but no amount of sweet paraphrasing 

soothes my suffering in the pew


my truth isn't as simple as

the confession of sin

it's about my antecedents' 

visited on me time and again


what if I took him up on the chance

my big reveal at the altar call?

wouldn't that raise a few eyebrows 

exposing dirty secrets in parent tell-all? 


I'm too old now but always knew 

that if ever my soul I did bare

if their deeds were made known

doubt anyone at all would care 


church is about wearing nice hats

arriving on time and filling up pews

pretending your friends never hurt you

bowing, kneeling and praying on cues 


always wrong, never getting it right 

bleeding inside while nodding amen

confessing sin you don't even know

auto-flagellating yourself again 


boggle bewildered unreachable pain

feeling you're wrong but not knowing how 

doing penance like they said I should

no peace of mind then and surely not now 


nightmare chasing me all day long 

nothing made sense in the bible-i-verse 

fraud shame bites like a rabid dog 

dogged compliance just made it worse


So that's my truth to name and claim

probably not what he wanted to know

if unburdening it will save my soul

why does grief stalk wherever I go?


if confessing was all I needed to do

am there and do that eternally 

don't even require an apology 

just a friend to hold space for me.



Wild Iron Horse on the Inner City Plains




cuttings and mutterings

where railroads roam free 

the steam whistle hisses 

a boxcar homily 


oh give me a home 

where friendly caboose

on an urban prairie 

run free range and loose 



industrial wilderness

trams and passenger trains

wild iron horse herds

graze inner city plains 


Wall Street hobos with

newspaper three-piece suits 

queue for trains in their

hatchet-man jackboots


sharing a compartment

with wooly old lady 

clacking knitting needles

jonesing for her tea



through branch line jungles

past black and white days 

embroidering woodland  

railing unrambled ways 


locomotive shelters

our frozen station wait 

leading us back home 

through poppy garden gate 




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