[tabby title="Poem"] Planning December starts from the Chanukah cards:they are the notes to say,"May your heart be full of light. I love you." The prisoners are the missing ones:the splurge does not touch them,and they are unable to sit at...

[tabby title="Poem"] The core of our family is Paula and the kids:the masculine spirit is present inthe guidelines ofMr. Wittgenstein,Mr. Kaczynski,and John the Baptist. Some big boys have tried to humiliate andpunish ussince they are not the kings ofthe unit...

[tabby title="Poem"] America is full of weapons.Yet, people don't know how to handle them:the substitutes for cocks. I'm sick and tired of seeing the pictures ofthe bandana bimbos posing with the shotguns:they wouldn't even hit the barn door. I'm sick...

[tabby title="Poem"] Fold me into your heart, "you old fart,"and squeeze me like "George LeBay" would squeeze a girlin the backseat of Christine,the killer car. From "Tree" to "Shark,"from Fraggles to the Gelflings:on Halloween, Jim Henson's universe celebrates happy endings....

[tabby title="Poem"] The memories of yellow- of kindness and mercy -are the memories of you, my friend.Soft clouds underfoot you roamed around likeJokerman from Bob Dylan's song.Now, the ghosts of borrowed shoes arethe ones keeping company withthis Puss in Boots....