David Lynch drives into a sunset
of off kilter horizons
toward that hard to reach place
around the corner from Muholland
where all the crime is squeezed
from romance and every femme fatale
is just an angel in disguise
because nothing is ever lost
and all the highways lead
to some lonely diner
on the outskirts of Paradise
where the underbelly
isn’t always reaching for the sky
and the pie is always a la mode
with the jukebox
playing all your favorites
over and over
like it’s reading your mind
Exquisite Lighting
The house
where I grew up
had a big front porch
which often became
a stage where
I was the star
in childish reenactments
of the movies
of the day-
That nameless girl
who overcome
with … what?
A beauty so inarticulate
she rushed up
and kissed me-
My greatest triumph
so ephemeral lives on
a treasured snapshot
in my mind
that prompts this poem
at 4am –
A feeble attempt
to tell you
of the exquisite lighting
of the scene-
The ineffable instant
when everything clicked
when I was twelve.
The Groove Be the Tonic
Night Music
now that
was some
crazy ass
shit
so many jewels
not a sow’s ear
in sight
man, that’s what
tv could do
sort of a Sesame Street
for adults and hip teenagers
Miles and Hank Ballard
are you kiddin’ me
David Sanborn
genial host
out beyond smooth
setting the tone
let the groove
be the tonic
sonic adventure
for audience and artists alike
breaking the unsound
labeling barriers
Loudin Wainwright III
doing If Jesse Don’t Allow
a master class
a template
still there for us
on YouTube
still allowed
for now
published 8-17-25 in The Roads at Night Looked Like Our Future - A 40 over forty POETRY Anthology.


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