I walk up to the bar, Ready to consume that American dream Often lost in inebriation or other things. That dream that everyone knows happened, but can’t seem to remember. I order a Manhattan, and the bartender pours me a splash From every bottle in the bar. She adds so many garnishes my lips can’t… Continue reading Drinking the Dream at the Libertine
A universe exploded Such an explosion It spawned: Dark, light, daytime, and heat. It was cold already. In that explosion, love formed And took shape over time, Just as the worm did. Which ultimately turned into The giant worm. God watched from a close by station What did He evolve from? A crash? Why doesn’t… Continue reading Evolution
o land on my feet a few steps from where I left off. why. Turn a new leaf and leave it on the table Light the lanterns, and put paint on the stables You’ve been docked at a phantom beach, Looking for Neptune to fall. Fathers, children, facts, and fables. The Kremlin, Koran, parliament, dradles. Mend and… Continue reading Why.
I walk each day through waves of sand. With others every day. We bring the oceans to the land, And wait for yesterday. For forty days and forty years We travel. Play each word by ear. And maybe stick with some strange part To ancient voices in our heart. We voyage like the Vikings did… Continue reading That Which Keeps Us Moving
When I think of Cupid I see a corpse in the trunk Of a low ridding Cadilac. I see precious moments cartoons, And other cliches That seem as artificial as a laugh In a business meeting. When I think of Cupid- I picture a circling pack of black dogs, Pacing in-between themselves, waiting for the fight to… Continue reading Cupid
Zonino The Rambler 