Not much today
Sitting under coconut tree
Resting in shade
Drinking pink lemonade
Watching Atlantic Ocean waves
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Stack up like CBS blocks
Recognition
Across
Boards
Falling on slippery floors
Leading to locked doors
Build fortress
Everything else could become worthless
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Church bells ring
Nearby
Cemetery
Gravestones
Stand still
Down below
Decomposed
In permanent homes
The occupants
No longer sing
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California
Works
Copacabana Beach
He provides Gringos
Beach chairs
Food
Chopps
Caipirinhas
Introduction to a female friend is FREE
Great time
Hot sol
South of Equator
Hook up with new lady friend
Dinner
Dancing
Whatever
Later
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First morning duty
Barefoot
Sweeping
All
187
Stepping stones
That
Form
Winding
Pathways
Throughout
Zen
Tropical garden
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543
I write to keep my mind occupied.
If not, I would need to go outside.
Jump
On
Escalator
Pretending
I’m rising
Keeping pace
With the tribe
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The Temptress
Lured
Me
Into her domain
We made a deal
I lost
Now I’m secured with rusty chains
Kneeling
Eternally
Hers
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Everyday
Wears
White Tilley hat
Multicolored braid
Walks with a cane
Slowly crosses A1A
Sits in chair
On beach sand
Next to lifeguard stand
Writing short stories that do not sell
What the hell
Lost ambition long ago
Would not trade situation
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Big Boys
Control
Pipeline
Minnows
Wait in line
Begging
For
Scraps
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539
Twist
Turn
Jab here
Jig there
Testing
How far I can throw the line
Get up cleaning off dirt
Hey Dude
“You have holes in your shirt”
“No problem Stan
I’m not like you
Always
Spick- and- Span
Cannot come up with a couple of grand”
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Scraped barrel clean
No more suffering
Everything OK you say
Glad to see you’re on sunny side of day
I’m still covered with acid rain
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Large clump bananas
Hang from back porch wood beam
Snacks while working garden
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Daybreak
Doves dart from ancient gigantic ficus tree.
Today
Unlucky one dies because no match for the falcon’s speed.
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All-night
I push the broom
Wet mop the floors
Clean the restrooms
Haul
Trash
Out the back door
Work done
Every muscle sore
On my way home, I stop at the liquor store.
Tomorrow
I go back for more
301
The old gambler
Lived in a small pool cabana
At a rundown motel
On Miami Beach
One evening
We drank several beers
Eat his homemade potato salad and kielbasa on the grill
When it was time for me to leave
Never again would we meet
The old gambler said:
“Save some of your coins so you do not end up broke like me”
295
Pot of lamb stew
Bottle of Malbec
Greek peperoncini
Warm rye bread
Soon
Bellyful
Ready for bed
288
Coming into the Hermit’s library
Wife
Said
“I cannot take it any longer”
“I need to dust this place”
Armed
With a box full of dusters
We cleaned a few shelves of books
Then
She
Started sneezing
And
Needed to take a break
Saved
By an allergy attack
Until
Next time
285
The flourishing 90’s
The good life
Would not end soon
Dollars
Scooped up with a gigantic dustpan and broom
Swinging back and forth
Moving mountains of hay with a pitchfork
Shifting sand
Globalization
Moved across the land
Jobs have disappeared
Elites
Now offer peasants
Handkerchiefs
To wipe away the tears
283
Spraying glass cleaner
Wiping with a soft cloth
Mirror
Of
My
Mind
Spotless
269
Saigon
Restaurant
Eating
Extra large bowl of pho
Looking
Out the front glass window
I see a lady
With a hand out
Holding her child
Staring at me
261
Bromeliad dies
Land replenished new pups grow
Hot wet days begin
209
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”
203
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
100
Humble on my knees
Casually pulling weeds
My garden comforts me
99
Sitting peacefully
Back straight facing the blank wall
My blood pressure falls
60
Sprinkling tear-drops
Continuity is lost
Cold like winter frost
58
Chip away extras
Wanting more more only festers
Toys are our masters
56
Always at same time
She sits and drinks her red wine
Blocking out her mind
53
Working heavy bag
Stress drifts away from me like
Helium balloon
52
Paddling canoe
In the Florida Everglades
The boy becomes man
51
Scorching hot asphalt
Reminds me of obstacles
Faced in my lifetime
50
Season over soon
We will have beach to ourselves
Start up Bar-B-Que
49
I’m a block of ice
That you pulverize
With your pick and sledgehammer
48
Walking to the edge
Overcome with emotion
She sat down and cried
47
Smoking my corn pipe
Sitting on the river bank
A fantastic life
46
Numerous do try
It’s about longevity
Have the discipline
45
The cauldron burns red
Hatred will devour soul
Torment on deathbed
44
Walking down alley
The man looks up to the moon
Screaming
We are fools
43
Without loyalty
No relationship
Will be able to endure
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