Good Morning, Macabre (a singalong....)

Servant boys wash carriages clean

Dark London streets awake from a dream

One man walks home his bag unseen

But he’s seen me, the handsome doctor

The street sweepers discover vintage wares

They hop skip and jump up darkest stairs

Who stands at the top? nobody cares

Just me and the most handsome doctor

The dogs of doom are howling low

For oil lamp shadows there’s no place to go

And love loses its time if nobody knows

he’s back, my handsome doctor

This time with a bag, the jangle of tools

There’s chisels and saws, who playing the fool?

I can't stick around, this fella ain’t cool

So much for that most handsome doctor

Jack Jack  Jack Jack Jack

I reread the newspaper’s headlines so bold

Jack Jack  Jack Jack Jack

Stories well known, patience grows old

Jack Jack  Jack Jack Jack

In London fog, the deeds unfold

Jack Jack  Jack Jack Jack

So goes it with my handsome doctor

Jack Jack  Jack Jack Jack

The handsome doctor…….

The dogs of doom are howling low

For oil lamp shadows there’s no place to go

And loves loses its time if nobody knows

he’s back, the handsome….

Edo Graphic

Would that a garden could be marvelled at

As much as a conglomerate,

And that the placing of a dark red stone

Flattened like a 12-inch persimmon

Next to a brown one, more rectangular,

Could be regarded for all that it is

Two steps in a garden walk. With no moon

Though, the fire of the cosmos seems

To be strung through neon vacuum tubes & amped

In padded elevators, dazzling minds with images

Layered with geometry within the Vast Cityscape,

Primed of raw fish & rice wine, 30-stories up,

Arranged in lacquer and brittle porcelains 

By silky, elongated fingers, as formulaically

As their aid to masturbation in a karaoke booth:

Tokyo is this, in endless luminescense...

Yet when scurrying figures pull aside such screens,

Peel away mascara eyes, stop, one moment to marvel

Not at galactic carnal obsessions, but at the moss

Beside each stone, they too touch earth

With resolute footsteps...   

The Kitten's Coat


Dusk was passing, and while admiring the colors,

those variations of green in the banana leaves

through the philodendron and amidst the jasmine's

blossoms, an old man became so engrossed

that he missed the moment sharp

when Darkness arrived.

Darkness -- the kitten's coat was endless sheen,

its pitch eclipsing rainbow hues with a brilliance

everlasting -- and through her love for this old man

she'd sponged and glossed her every hair, up

from front paws to phantom tail just for

that evening's meeting, and when her friend

leaned to his cane, she stole along the garden

wall as if to know one sound might break

on either leaf or twig or snail

the strongest concentration.

And so the kitten crept and climbed, from ground

to rock to empty pot, onto a shelf of money plants

and through a maze of vines and string

until she reached like stairs past stars

the stone wall's top, her world's rough edge,

and with a leap of faith she then found shoulder

she'd been aiming for, she found the nape

and licked it dear, as old man slumped, as cane

fell clear, and through the night she held him there

That coat in all its brilliance ....