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It’s not as heavy as it seems

It’s not as simple as it sounds

A frosted cake with whipped cream

Weighs no more than two pounds


It’s not as white as it looked in the book

The whipped cream is what it really took

It’s not as sweet as when you first bake it

A dessert moistened by an oil, hydrogenated


No matter what the time or the weather

Properly baked, always light as a feather

You don’t eat the cake because you’re hungry

It just reminds you of clover honey



He died in here

It makes me fear

Of all the things

That no one hears


He died in here

It makes me think

Of how his life

Began to shrink


He died in here 

In this bedroom

On the floor

Behind a door


He’s been dead

For sixteen years

And all I want

Is to be near


Take me to him

To let him know

That all I want

Is to let go

Waiting for Luis

Here and there is everywhere

A taste of honey for everybody

A bite, a sting in everything


Poem: Jessie Knows

Jessie wears no bling

Royalty, but not a king

Jessie knows the nitty gritty 

of the whole thing


A quintessential rebel kid

That’s pretty much what he did

Pulled me away, Omar was dead

“You’re my brother now,” Jessie said


The mission stayed the same

Never once did it ever change

Grab any keys, take any car

We never drove very far


Closer in age

and very straight

Omar and Jessie 

explored outer space


Jessie always knew 

I’d turn out queer

Never once thinking

I’d drink all his beer!


His mom would give me

Jars filled with pennies

Just enough 

It was such a blessing


Everything arrives in due time

Just wait and see

Soon my world will celebrate

Under a coconut tree


Dear Jessie, stay awake and keep watch

Always make sure you look at that clock

Life gives us only ourselves to blame

What you know now could derail a train


Poem:  Just a Son

I’m just a son – I’m not a bum – who doesn’t work – to take care of his Mom

I’m just a son – I’m not a flake – I won’t allow – myself to break

There are times – when I wonder – if all the noise – is only thunder

I’m just a guy – that tries to do – all the things – to not feel blue

I’m just a son – one in a zillion – who struggles with – a lot of helium

I stay grounded – I have no choice – she’s my Mom – and I’m just her son

Movie Madness: “The Day the Clown Cried” (unreleased)

The 1972 Holocaust drama “The Day the Clown Cried” by infamous writer-director Jerry Lewis will be inducted into the National Film Registry, according to the New York Post.  The Library of Congress acquired the film from Lewis contingent upon the film remaining under lock and key for another decade.

dayclowncried sums up the plot of the film in one sentence:  “A circus clown is imprisoned by the Nazis and goes with children to their deaths.” and clarify the clown is of German origin, imprisoned in Auschwitz for making fun of Hitler, and forced to keep Jewish children quiet prior to leading them to gas chambers.

The film is thought to be a quintessential example of (probably) the worst film ever made.  And, that could be the reason for its induction.  Lewis has described it as “embarrassingly bad” and never screened it, much less released it.  Then again, in all fairness, he has also said “it’s too small of a piece ” and that “it isn’t large enough to have a dynamic impact.”

Film buffs who revel in the filmmaking of the 70s and 80s, like myself, will have to wait until at least 2025 to watch it.  If still alive, Lewis will be 99.

Seketl’e: I Once Knew A Kid


I once knew a kid who blew me away

All the way into outer space

Through the stars and past the moon

He never learned how to use a spoon


Not one word

Yet he said a lot

A tough little warrior

Who blindly fought


Hard to imagine

the love that comes with

Even harder to witness

a child getting sick


I once knew a kid for a very short time

So short, in fact, it made me cry

He never complained, always sustained

The soul of this child will always remain


He must be singing now

Hitting high notes

Up in heaven

All afloat


For so many people

In so many ways

All I can say

Is that he went away


I once knew a kid

His name was Seketl’e

He touched the world around him

Of this, I can betcha’


I never held him

He never spoke

But trust when I write

He was the ultimate bloke


I once knew a kid

His name was Seketl’e

It’s his birthday, you see

So, let’s not forget that

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