Archive for the ‘Melancholy’ Category


Empty Room

September 12, 2005


Desolate and damp desire
crashes through the empty room
sending pain and suffering
through the cold and shadowed tomb.

I see the room.
I feel the pain.
I cannot move.
I am the stain.

my feelings flow,
my soul can fly,
and as I rise
I wonder why

my ending’s come
and not by fire.
I had my vice,
I had desire . . .


“Thoughts Into the Future”

August 27, 2005

I wrote this at an especially pessimistic moment for me. At the time (in 1986) the religious right was gaining ground politically and, to me, the supreme insult appeared to be the (somewhat) serious candidacy of an evangelical minister for U.S. President. Now, let me say this up front — I have nothing against Pat Robertson, evangelicals, Christianity, Russians, Africans, or Israelis. In fact, I don’t wish any of these groups harm.

This poem just was an exercise in seeing what would happen if the unthinkable became real. How far would we go? Was it in any way prophetic? You be the judge.

By the way, I included this poem as a supplemental essay with several college admissions applications. Some of the ones I sent this to even accepted my application for admission. Others may have run for the hills when they read this!


I. Pat Robertson in ’88.

“He’ll never win. He has no chance.
It’s just a joke.” They say.
“Be serious, America would never let
a man like that be its leader.”

“Oh God! He won. I can’t believe
the mad support he got
from millions of T.V. addicts.
American will now become
a Christian Paradise.” (Pair-Of-Dice)

II. South African Revolution in 1990.

“A ‘Gene Overthrow’ just took place
in South Africa. The black
majority led by ‘Zenyatta Mandatta’
revolted against the white minority
led by ‘Negraphobic Xenophobic.’
The new black leadership
is happy and oppressive. God bless
Pat Robertson.” — Knightly Knews Knetwork

III. First Permanent Space Station – 1992.

I am a child.
A Star-child.
A lover of infinity.
I was born on “Pat” space station.
And will live there all my life.
I will never see a bee, a tree,
Be free.
I will always believe in the
Disunited Statutes of Amerika
and will salute Pat Robertson
as the supreme leader.

IV. AIDS and Starvation Kills Everyone in Africa – 1994.

Pat Robertson believes in colonizing
“The Little Brown Brothers,” but wouldn’t
give them food. How rude! How crude
of all those millions to die when
Pat Robertson

V. Russia Turns Robertsonistic – 1996.

The Reds have seen the light,
Kissoff, the Premier, has turned God-fearing.
(Pat Robertson-fearing)
since “Star Wars” is only for Amerika.
Now Russkies and Patskies are
hand in hard hand.
It’s a world in peace (pieces)
with Pat as our God.

VI. Amerika is Great in 1998.

“Let’s party like it’s 1999.” — Pat Robertson

Heil Pat Robertson!!
All are Christian here;
Big Brother will make sure
that God, Jesus and Pay
are your Holy Trinity.
The K.K.K.
(Knightly Knews Knetwork)
shows Pat as our savior,
Amerika as love,
and Robertson as life.

VI. Israel Nukes Robertson’s Amerika – 2000.

“Jew-Boy, Jew-Boy, Scaredy-Cat, Scaredy-Cat” — Pat Robertson, Jr.

A Jewish, Black, Oriental . . .
(non-W.A.S.P.) State hated
by Amerika, Israel is
the homeland for the dislocated.
To save (end) the world
they sent the bomb as a nuclear
Trojan Horse.
Amerika responded.
All are gone (dead).
But so is Pat Robertson.
That is one good thing.


Diving for Oysters

August 10, 2005

Wet tears fall
like glittering pearls
down her face,
I dive in, looking for oysters,
bringing up handfuls of mud.


Even Superheroes Have Issues

August 5, 2005

Superman must have a diagnosis:
Schizophrenic? Or passive-aggressive?
Was he ever analyzed? What about
his fear of kryptonite? Is that normal?

Batman never got out of his PJs.
Wonder Woman liked to flirt with evil.
Aquaman must have wet the bed. Or so
I imagine. Even Superheroes

have issues. Well, then, why not me? I know
I’m not perfect, I have my flaws, but I
never tried to fly, or to save the earth;
I think I know I’m not that powerful.


At the Window

July 21, 2005


at the window, I stare
at the twilight, And pic-
ture the sunsets, Of
ages gone by.

at the window, I stare
and I wonder, If life
in those old days, Was love-
ly and sweet.

And then
at the window, When dark-
ness has risen, I re-
alize life, Is a well-
traveled path.

maybe someday, When life
is completed, I’ll see
all the old days,
And know.


The Lady or the Tiger

July 19, 2005


Here I stand,
one moment in time,
living in a minute.
Forward and behind
I see two roads,
one to the past
and one beyond.
The Holy Couple confounds me,
surrounds me on all sides,
giving me choice after choice:
“The Lady or the Tiger,” it voices
and I work at maddening puzzles
which when solved provide no answers,
only leading to another moment in time.



July 17, 2005


Riding over snowy lands,
Galloping through deserts grand,
I’m the Night Mare, owning realms
Visiting in your dreams.

Hoof-prints in an empty room
Lying near: an empty bed.
I’ll take you on a magic ride
You’ll never find a place to hide.

And some of you will never return
To empty lives and empty smiles.
I’ll come next time you have a dream:
Awaken with a scream.