I sit in the walled
bunker of my mind,
perched on its revolving turret,
looking through its windows, and see
...
I could say the partnership
begins when my day begins,
but in fact it's as 24/7
as an all-night diner.
...
The best things
have their day
and then a night
...
And how can all the blood
that pours from wars,
the stain of all the greed,
and hate's black shadow
...
The room where a young boy
beheld toy soldiers' bedspread battles,
great legions clashing in still air —
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Sometimes my poems are shy,
tired of the scrutiny of eyes,
tired of being undressed.
...
A stern figure
blocked my way,
said, 'Not this path.'
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I refuse to be 'Maxwell',
Though that is my name.
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Pleasant Hill, CA
1.
Civilization. Carpet of grass.
A few trees here and there for shade.
...
Well, years ago I went down
to MacDonald's in the Embarcadero
in SF for breakfast,
and I read the menu and felt hungry,
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