Stagger Swagger Speed and Saw

sharp eyes

among the bleary-eyed pack

awake enough

to dream of attack

lone wolf

blends in with the crowd

springs to the hunt

to turn life around

not waiting

for divine refusal

the taking of prey

is its own approval

Alien Elite

No need to let

the freak flag fly;

the deadliest of men

stride by in bow ties.

Ladies replete

with bared skin and ink,

lethal beauty

that drives men to drink.

No fearful tales

cloud our minds,

no lies to sow misery

can bind our kind.

Hands too busy doing

to clasp in prayer.

Don’t promise us Heaven;

we’ve made ours here.

Sailing the Blacktop Seas

up anchor

sailing asphalt oceans

to battle

succubus mind pirates

claiming our stake, inheritance

in the art of madness,

the beauty

of the burning drive

that turns the ruined

into noble saints

let us sink the ships

flying false flags

and leave treasure

on the salty shores

of dreamers 

Public Relations

Everything is a sale

and every day

another act.

A week is a work

eyeing marks

like a carny.

Smile and shake

hoping intermission

will hold

while we hawk

more tickets

on the street.

Dream again

a proper

freak show life

somewhere

far away

from hating

what we do.  

North Queens

The quiet streets of Whitestone

keep calling me their way,

bidding me to trod alone

to the outlands

of College Point.

And ghosts

of long-ago movie starts

draw us

to feel the breeze

of Little Neck Bay

and skip stones

from the shady woods

of Crocheron Park.

We dip into some alien feast

with our worked hands

at all hours,

as the night life

of a thousand people

babbles around us

and the dreams of millions

chatter by.