Tonight I can sleep
Though unhappy I am
But I will not weep
I will not give a damn

I will lay my head
On this musty pillow
Let this flophouse bed
Be my weeping willow

One night off the street
Let the morning come
Life is so bittersweet
For this Bowery bum

At the Sunshine hotel
In this room of ten men
Let the world go to hell
It is where I have been

Up early in the morning
Breakfast on East Third
Street preacher is warning
With his message unheard

Today at the Muny
I renew my meal card
The portions are puny
This life is so hard

Panhandling for booze
White port will do
I have nothing to lose
That much is true

All I need is a drink
To go sit in the park
I will drink as I think
From morning ’til dark

Someday I will awaken
Beside a peaceful stream
May I never be forsaken
By this beautiful dream


It seems that my search
Goes beyond any church
I am not quite religious
But I can still dig Jesus

I believe in the bliss
That comes from all this
I don’t need a preacher
My life is my teacher

We may say any prayer
No matter how or where
For as long as we can find
Some kind of peace of mind

The fresh air at dawn
The beauty of a fawn
The wonder of a tree
All these things are free

Every colored leaf
Confirms my belief
About heaven on earth
And what it is worth

No religious fervor
Can take me further
No words could ever
Describe the forever

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine Summer 2017)


The wind and the balmy breeze
Blowing softly through the trees
All the darkness of the night
Disappears in the morning light

The shadows on the ground
They do not make a sound
Awakened birds singing sweet
Make the forest seem complete

This world we call the earth
Comes into focus upon birth
For a brief moment in time
In this universe so sublime


It seems Jesus was a communist
In the best sense of the word
You might say he was a socialist
According to what I have heard

One for all and all for everyone
Give to those who have the least
When everything is said and done
All will be welcome at the feast

In the world Jesus had wanted
There would be no one in need
All evil would be confronted
No more selfishness or greed

In the world in which he believed
There would be no need for cops
All are forgiven, all are received
All the killing and violence stops

In his world there is no poverty
No more hunger under the sun
All would live a life of liberty
All would live and love as one

In his world, rivers flow clean
Food will be grown all around
Starvation will never be seen
The bread of life will abound

In his world we will all be free
To live in harmony and peace
In this world we all would see
All the fruitless fighting cease

In his world the guilt and sin
Will soon be all gone away
The losers will go on to win
It will be a brand new day

In his world our love will grow
All hatred will no longer be
Soon love will be all we know
Love will be all that we see

In his world, heaven will be now
Pain and suffering will be stilled
If mankind can survive somehow
A union of souls will be fulfilled

When all this hell does fade away
All the people will finally learn
Ideas of Jesus may rule some day
It is in this way he may return


Sometimes we are in heaven
Sometimes we are in hell
Mostly we are in between
We know this story well

Beyond our comprehension
No matter how hard we try
Eternity includes here and now
Not where we go when we die