You never walk alone
I will walk with you tomorrow
through the streets of Boston town.
I will be right there beside you,
if you but take a look around.
I will help you bear the suffering
As you walk the sixty miles.
I will be right there beside you
In such breeze as can be found.
I will walk with you tomorrow
as your spirit proves its worth.
I will be right there beside you
though I no longer walk on earth.
It was six years ago this day
I suffered and I died.
So now my God-child walks for me
And I will share your miles.
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Motel Sex (and The Filthy Socialist Pig)
It used to be that capitalists
were often called bad names.
Now Strauss-Kahn, the Socialist
Has had his walk of shame.
This strong and strident Socialist
Clad in his birthday suit,
Trapped a maid at his hotel
and dashed in hot pursuit.
He forced the young black immigrant
to get down on her knees.
He grabbed her hair within his fist
and made sure that he was pleased.
The suite where the assault occurred
goes for megabucks a night.
Shouldn’t a strident Socialist
use Motel Six by right?
Of course they’d be no mini bar-
just a dresser, bed and chair.
The chambermaid is eighty
and her looks don’t rate a stare.
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Offensive Advertising
The American Cremation society
Is offering 'hot deals'” this week.
We get pitches for Pfizer's viagra
by snail mail, on Facebook, by Tweet.
Brochures for an all senior residence
litter our nightstand these days.
There silver haired ladies and gentlemen
pop pills for their nightly forays.
There are bankruptcy ads on the radio
to help manage credit card debt.
There are pill ads to help me remember
what drink used to help me forget.
The cars that they hawk to us seniors
Are designed to just putter around
Not for me Candy apple red Corvettes
To race about with the top down..
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Drop off the Key, LEE
Mister Lee has taken his talents
To the City of Brotherly Love.
He rejected both New York and Texas.
Neither Rangers nor the Yanks land his glove..
His lifetime won- loss line in Texas
suggests that he can’t take the heat.
And why go and pitch for the Yankees
When they are one team he can beat.
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First To Die
“Doc, over here.” I heard them cry.
I raced on black volcanic sand,
bullets nipping at my heels,
my medic-aid kit in my hand.
“Its Mike Strank, they got him bad.”
Mike was down, writhing in pain.
He was losing blood
and awfully pale.
Shielding his body with my own,
in a depression in the ground
I cut away his Khaki shirt.
Until the entry wound was found.
A sucking wound, an evil sign-
red frothing bubbles from his chest.
A styrette of Morphine- all I had
to ease the pain of every breathe.
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Catullus and His Lesbia
Sweet Lesbia, hold me in your arms,
give me kisses without ceasing.
Your husband fights in Caesar's cause
and is no challenge in deceiving.
Your smooth white shoulders, beautiful,
that never see the Sun.
They are a feast for this poets' eyes
when your stola comes undone.
Beneath your tunica intima
are sweet breasts that fed your child.
I hope you'll bare them to my lips
in just a little while.
The shadows of the autumn Sun
creep clear across the room.
but Lesbia's sweet smile is enough
to brighten up the gloom.
Great Pompey has been put to rout,
Caesar claims the curule chair.
Outside the World has gone to Hades
Not that this poet cares.
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Fallen Oak
That storm took down my neighbor's oak
and smashed the light post too.
They fell across and blocked our street,
So no cars can get through.
Once lofty branches block the walks-
(That tree was very tall.)
The slab of concrete at its' root
was lifted by its fall.
The tree and post are obstacles
With which we must contend.
The victims of a fury
we can scarcely comprehend.
How fast the darkness did descend-
The rain in torrents fell.
We heard the crack of splintered wood-
and crashing steel as well.
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Stardust
In fiery furnace I was cast,
spewn forth in a Nova’s blast.
I traveled interstellar space
before I had a name or face.
Dust coalesced around a star,
and gathered in a rocky disk.
I spent a billion years a stone
Before I called the sea my own
Then I was an Ancient bird
Who soared above the chalky Cliffs
That was timeless time ago
just before the comet hit.
In course of time I was begotten
An heir to all time has forgotten
A higher consciousness I claim
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The Death of the Washington Madam
'A terrible waste of curves and curls'
he said as the knot was tightened
She struggled as he kicked the chair-
Was Halliburton frightened?
She was the Queen of pay for play
for D.C. Movers and Shakers
Who, judging by their tastes in sin,
Won’t be mistook for Quakers.
Her little black book (it won't be found)
Recorded details chilling
But keep your socks on, client nine
At least the sheep was willing.
“A terrible waste of a luscious mouth'
He said- her tongue protruding
'They’d have had fun in jail with that,
The clientele you're screwing.'
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(It Was) A Very Good Year.
My minds image of my Ellen
Is like a rose preserved from time.
Or like a treasured bottle
from a vintage year for wine.
I am haunted by her memory-
How our fingers intertwined.
The fragrance of her body
as I held it close to mine.
I was Mars and you were Venus
your head rested on my chest.
A summer rain began to fall
persuading us to dress.
Now just the shadow of your smile
Brings tears to a dry place.
Funny how my heart can race
Within the ghost of your embrace.
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