Poems

Birthday, anniversary, Valentine's Day and miscellaneous poems by Brian
(and one by Ken).

Love Songs

Other Poems

One by Ken


Love Songs


With you along
Away from the throng
Alone with you among
The grandeur I am young.
After 14 years
With no fears and tears
Even without a kitty kat
Stuffed in our one-room flat
Fourteen more
Will not seem like a chore.


Heavenly half
Solar system sweetie
Planetary poon-tang
Worldly woman/wife
If you ever went away
I would moon forever.


Ten years ago you answered my ad,
And I was glad.
You threw me on the floor,
And I wasnít love-poor any more.
Perhaps we have at least 10 more
At least a chance
Of finding our way through history
To the annals of love or the hall of fame of romance.


If I had a tuna sandwich to express my love for you
It would beam with cucumbers and curry.
The legend of our devotion would be as fine as mayonnaise
And the eggplants would hide their heads in shame.


Oh, Sweetheart, youíre so nice,
My hot blood could never run with ice,
You bring my life so much sexy spice
And if I had them, youíd pick my lice!


I got a jones
for your bones
You called my bluff
and that was enough
Now Iím odd for your bod
The years have been fine
no tears, no fears
Now finally, me sweet baboo
You will be my POSSLQ!


You have a lock on my heart
When I held your letter
I was a goner from the start.
After less than a year
I was telling people we would
Spend the rest of our lives.
You are the choicest, the kindest, the cutest,
The most satisfying of wives.


On our minivacations we travel
Departing our tribulations we ravel
Up the sleeve of techno-babble.
They are mini-analogs of life's big tour.
And reflect the delight and discovery available there.
Ride with me on these trips big and small
And be my Valentine after all!


Turtles R green
Rachel is pink.
I still have my spleen
and I didnít get you a mink.
The anniversary is Silversí
One more than five;
The sunset is golden and so R our lives.
Next year for St. V day
Weíll go out and dine,
And U wonít have to pay
If youíll B my Valentine.


Cruising adjacent acreage
Drinking in every mountain and tree
Who had the slightest inkling
Way back in 1983.
Travelling the back roads
Eschewing the bars
Imprinting on our brains
All the sunsets and stars
Every new map I see
Sparks my travelling bones
You make me so happy
That you share my jones.


Other Poems


Roses are red
Chickens donít have lips
Itís off to Talbottís
For fish and chips.


Why We Didn't Stop — 1

ALL IT TOOK
WAS ONE LOOK

THROUGH THE REAR-VIEW
AND I KNEW IT WAS YOU

WITH THAT CRUMPLED HOOD
AND I KNOW I SHOULD

HAVE STOPPED TO TALK
BUT MY WIFE BALK'D

I KNOW THE STORY'S OLD
BUT SHE HAS A COLD

AND SO WE FLED
TO PUT HER TO BED


Why We Didn't Stop — 2

If I'd passed you by,
On the fly,
I'd not have been late for work,
What a jerk,
If I hadn't stopped
To show you I'd shopped
To get things so fine
To please my Valentine.


Ode to Caffeine

PARIS IS BURNIN', THE SCREWS IS TURNIN' THE PARABELLUMS
THROUGH MY CERUBELLUM

IF I'D SELF-CONTROL STILL
IF MY SERENITY'D NOT KILL

IF THE COKE I DRANK I COULD'VE
I'D RESISTED, LIKE I SHOULD'VE

I'D NOT BE SITTIN', SPINNIN', FLIPPIN', BUZZIN', SPROINGIN'.
STEADA' SIPPIN'

SOME INSIPID NON-CAFFIENATED THING
CONSERVIN' MY WA, MY CHI; I CAN'T SING

THE PRAISES ENOUGH OF TORPIDITY
NOW THAT I'VE CAVED-IN TO CAFFIENITY.

(TWITCH, SPASM, VIBRATE!)


About photography

...if the original flavor of the event
can be pushed and pulled to the exent
that a panorama
of a vacation in alabama
would take in your breath
until his very death
the photographer's work will
transcend money still
its message of beauty
and altered deception
might, one day hang in the white house
at a formal reception...


The Stove Blew Up

OH, LORD WE GOT THE DEAD STOVE BLUES...
WE GONNA TWEAK THE MAN ON HIS ASS...
IF FOR US CHILLUNS WE PLAY BY THE RULES...
AINT GONNA BE NO STEEL STOVES, NOT EVEN BRASS...
WE GONNA RISE UP AND SEARCH THE INTERNET, FOOLS...
WE AINT SO CRIPPLED WE CAN ONLY SMOKE GRASS!


Poem by Ken for Brian's birthday.

And on this precious date
When your clock chimes 38,
Only would I like to relate
How fortunate I feel over
My mother's choice of a mate.