A.D. Winans and Bob Kaufman
REMEMBERING BOB KAUFMAN
He walked the streets of North Beach
An ancient warrior with hollow eyes
That seared the dazzling lights of the
City by the bay
His eyes boring into you
Like a drill
Carrying decades of heavy sorrow
On his back
like a bent-over hunchback
Overcome with the rust of time
Flesh stripped to the marrow
The mirror of his eyes [...]
GOLDEN YEARS
Approaching 70
feeling like a Samurai
with a dull-bladed sword
singing into the teeth of night
somewhere beyond the horizon
sailors buried at sea
rise in ghostly procession
skeletons sharing their secrets
with withered old men lined-up
like bowling pins
measuring them limb to limb
like a tailor sizing you up
for a perfect fit
TENDERLOIN CAFATERIA POEM
I have sat one too many evenings
watching old men and [...]
A.D. Winans and Senator Robert Kennedy | Photo taken in 1966 with an old Brownie camera.
FOURTH OF JULY POEM
stepped on, pissed on
cheated and abused
taken advantage of blue collar man
caught up in the American scam
don’t tell me anyone
can be anything they want to be
if they put their minds to it
bull shit crap laid on like butter
on [...]
END OF INNOCENCE
I lost whatever innocence I had
back in 68, Robert Kennedy assassinated
Mai Lai a month later, the Chicago 7
Storm troopers wielding clubs like cavemen
Nixon signaling the beginning of the end
Those wide innocent eyes
digging a hole in my head
Napalm fire kissing that child’s naked body
Black smoke stuck to her skin
TV pundits playing their spin
This war [...]
Early Winter Poem
I take refuge in
Billie Holiday
sipping on a mug
of coffee alone
in my apartment
rain drops playing hide
and seek with the windows
like lovers with a secret
it is peaceful, tranquil here
like a well kept cemetery
like the opening and closing
of a woman’s well shaped
legs
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