NEW YEARS EVE POEM 11
some things stick in your mind
like dental cementlike your first kiss
the JFK assassinationthe wild years, a trip down
highway 101
foot stuck to floor petal
hugging the middle lane
at one hundred miles an hour
a wild tango that turns into a shuffle
I like five in the morning walks
alone with my thoughts when
the shops are closed
and people still sleeping
my neighborhood
a ghost town
still as a lion waiting
on its prey
the silence a monk in meditation
with no need for explanation
2010 gone…
the revelry put to rest
insomnia driven
I greet 2011 alonewith words that bleed
for company
A poem forms, nibbles
at my brain cells
a beggar hungry for food
but the cupboard is empty
as I retreat into the amnesia
of yester-year
the lost treasure of my youth
a pirate with a graying beard
boarding a ghost shiplisping aimlessly at sea