HORIZONS

When do you know when
your journey is at its end
when they tell you it’s Cancer
when you only have one can
of Bumble Bee tuna (in oil)
and one jar of Jif peanut butter
(creamy) when they who told
you that you were destined
to be this or that and your
destiny is realized and now
they say that you are there
that you made-it and now
you must look at new horizons
at your age and re-build and
be re-born and all the other
re’s that you and they can
think of those dull-brass
years when the past
lights up the way to the future
and where they tell you the
future holds eternal light

©TPuma/MMXII

HAPPY HALLOWEEN-2012

Powerless
with no power
to get power
powerless.

No time
for line
gasoline
no time.

Sand
off-shore
in more
Sandy.

Splinters
from Boardwalk
now Boardwalk
splinters.

Wind
roof blew
tattoo
wind.

Rain
by-the-bucket
horizontal
rain.

Surf
rough
white
surf.

Tide
astro high
stay away
tide.


Waves
breaking bad
loud
waves.

Cover
run for
hide under
covers.

Trick
u-bet
poison apple
treat.

TP

HAPPY WOK

L7.
Shrimp Chow Mein
Pork Fried Rice
Wonton soup
hot tea/
Hurricane Sandy aftermath
drives me to hot lunch out
at local Chinese got power
and serving/
Pizza place across street
doing great seeing people/
Hot won Ton/Hot Tea
hits the spot/
More of those white cardboard
pizza boxes being carried out
of pizza joint/
Lines of cars backed-up
on main street waiting for gas/
as I watch out of bay window
of restaurant/
Gas station just re-opened/
Pretty boy passes by distracted/
Shrimp Chow Mein/
2 kids bicycle by no school/
My friend in Yokohama would
think this a practice drill after
having lived through Atom bombs
earthquakes tsunamis and the like/
Fortune Cookie:
“The next call may not be the last call.”
WTF!?
Inscrutable/
Lovely Chinese waitress
you know the type slim young
Oriental exotic dressed in black
pants with ankle high suede boots
very alluring/
Cheap lunch/
Sit and drink my tea contemplating
my next move and the scene
outside that I will rejoin and return
to my re powered apartment/
To see and hear of hurricane
aftermath/
Waitress thanks me/
I leave.

©TPuma/MMXII

IT's

It was there and now
it ain’t I thought I
needed it now I am
not sure if I don’t need
it why did it bother me
when it was gone and
now I don’t know
one way or the other
just that it ain’t here
nor there and I survived
and am ready to die
without it not because
it is not here or there
but because it did not
matter at all.

©TPuma/MMXII

W

Worldly-wise he was until
he wasn’t any more he was
whacked by the whores of
wanton wars whose wares
are used to whack the
worldy-wise wise guys
that wonder like wandering
poets to ponder their wisdom
and write words of what they
saw and was and
where they wandered and
wondered with whores
in wars with wares that
wasted and wounded.
Why!?

©TPuma/MMXII

MOMA

The objects perplex.
The artist’s creative.

The piece in the corner,
Modern, all chrome, plastic
and fabric.

The Machine artful
and functional.

The maintenance man
takes the object and
continues to
vacuum the floor.

©TPuma/MMXII
(inspired by A.Giordano)

RICORDATE

I know I remember you now
you thought I forgot you
how could I forget you
I loved you did you love
me you and me as one
together in all things
places and emotions
you and me only the
two of us how could
I not remember how
could I forget the days
and nights and dark
and light in bars and
bedrooms and parks.
You and I.

©TPuma/MMXII