Step inside my boots
They are wet cold will feel loose
Now beg for some coins
Step inside my boots
They are wet cold will feel loose
Now beg for some coins
They come to Miami
Purchase a multi-million dollar condo or two
The area has magnificent views
They do not put deed in their name
Setting up a shell company
Is how they play this game
Funds wired
From
Hong Kong, Istanbul, Sao Paulo or Dubai
Lawyers
Many times
Do not ask why
Push it out the door
All involved
Make out on this score
They wash the illicit cash
The corrupt
In the future
May have to leave motherland
FAST
Chiseled out abscessed tooth
Tossed into rusty can
Lifetime of lost dreams
You now have the fame
Nothing will slow down your train
Why so unhappy?
Sushi sake beer
Home together for New Year
Fifties easier
May I offer you this extra-large heavy duty trash bag?
You toss away friends like old rags
No thank you needed
Everyone knows you are conceited
Goodbye
I must go now
Do not offer me anymore rainbows
Dreams full of horror
Mind in disorder
Voodoo priestess
Has poisoned my soul
Constant sleepless nights
Heart has turned black
I must go back
Purchased ticket to Haiti
Will locate the lady
Submit to her demand
Become her man
Snip Snip
Snip Snip Snip
The barber
His shop
Located on a luxury avenue
Some wealthy patrons
Would discuss a stock or two
No ordinary conversation mind you
Just juicy
Trading knowledge
He was privy too
Blue Chips
Small Caps
Bull Markets
Bear Markets
Decades gone by
Never married
Diligently
Investing every extra cent
Watching his portfolio
Climb up to the sky
One day
The barber died
Accumulating a sizable estate
No family
No close friends
No one knew
No one to give the money too
Snip Snip
Snip Snip Snip
Faceless nameless ghosts
Frantically stock shelves all night
Kowtow to machine
The father
Told his young son
“Here is a box of fresh picked grapefruit
Haul the fruit in your wagon
Go door to door
Keep going until all sold”
The boy
Did as he was told
Spending a few hours
Going house to house
Until all the grapefruit were gone
The father
Did not tell his son
That he priced the citrus so cheap
Many people would buy the fruit
Lessons learned:
Craps was the game he played
Once a month
Took a round trip flight
Lauderdale to Nassau
Carried his cash in an old bag
Stood most of the night
At the table
Sometimes won
Sometimes lost
His demeanor
Always stable
Just a way to unwind
The game
Cleared his mind
Standing top of hill
Screaming that you have control
No one can hear you
Of course I’m employed
Work one full time two part time
Middle Class has died
The scholarly
Highly compensated
Inside the beltway
Statistician
Made his prediction
Based only on raw data
Unfortunately
Completely neglecting
The emotional human condition
Leading to a wrong embarrassing prediction
Sweet corn on the cob
Boiled
Topped with butter and salt
Ice cold lemonade
Sitting under ficus tree
Lazy day
In the shade
Morning drizzle
Listening to Shakuhachi
Pruning bonsai trees
Barefoot simple dress
The Brasileira plays guitar
On front porch swing
Watching dry waterfall
No running water just rocks
Bird rests his mind
Snowshoes beef jerky
Don’t need lower 48
Free will solitude
Starting motorbike
Morning ride along A1A
Sea air soothes me
Winter cold snap
Honeybell oranges soon ripe
Gastronomic delight
Note to readers: Poem refers to Florida winter gardening. Just a bit of cold gives citrus a kick of extra sweetness.
Tropical storm gone
Angry Atlantic Ocean
Snatching my surfboard
Loudmouthed old blue jay
Cold hungry this morning
Eyeballs empty seed tray
Midnight bandits
Raccoons having koi dinner
Sashimi by the pond
Walking gravel road
Hot thirsty totally lost
Followed by thin dog
Spiders crawling on wall
Rain stopped bananas will grow tall
Rooster calls
Bought old pickup truck
Hitch up house on wheels
Let’s see America
Cool under palm tree
Young man repairs fishnet
Continues tradition
He was a flash in the pan
Never took a break
Mind turned to mush
Like a milkshake
Always full speed
Crunch
Crunch
Buzz saw
Cut down the trees
Now
Sits every day on his worn chair
Wondering
How did it all disappear?
Boots places on stoop
Morning garden duties done
Time to watch moss grow
Late night
Walking cobbled streets of Prague
Had one too many pilsners
Met a street performer
On the corner
Done for the night playing his violin
After an hour of shooting the breeze
I asked my new friend
Why is it that you are so at ease?
He replied:
“I play for spare change
I’m the only one who needs to be pleased
Some people call me lazy and completely crazy
But
Too much ambition would no longer be fun being a musician
I accept who I am
No need to try to be on top of the highest mountain”
Hurricane zoomed by
Gigantic mosquitoes missed ride
Toads are happy
Nippy morning
Fly fishing for rainbow trout
River moving slowly
Stack of unread books
Winter storm lighting fireplace
Cozy bookworm
Butterflies all gone
Clouds completely cover sun
Nukes killed everyone
Garden vegetables
Mixed with herbs in slow cooker
Love is in the home
Grabs everything she can
Does not need a permanent man
Prowls clubs along the beach
Fuck
Shower
Brush teeth
Walks out the door
While her lover sleeps
Next Weekend
Repeat
Digging holes
Planting
Mulching
Watering
Coconut trees
Natural endorphin release
This is all I need
Drinking hot chocolate
Watching snow fall on rock garden
No rush to leave