and WHAM!

…and WHAM!

…and WHAM!

It really was just like you read it in the poems, a bolt; a shock.  One moment I was in a shop, minding my own bees-wax.  Next thing I know, some dizzy girl is asking me to break a twenty.  Good thing I had the change.  Good thing I was ready for a change.

She said thanks, went on her way.  I dropped my nose back into my book, lamenting the blown opportunity.  She returned and taking the seat across from me she whispered, “You knew I’d be back, right?”  She became the gypsy then, a tarot teller, turning my palm upward.  Her hand was warm and her smile was sincere.

The next four hours became a blur of sublime madness.  When you stare at a situation, trapping it, knowing if you look away it will disappear forever?  It was that.  No one knew.  No one cared.  We slipped through the streets, swimming in others’ indifference.

She reads my mind to this day.  She will enter the room, tickle my palm and smile.  ~TH~

The Past

Note: When I type my poems I often use scrap paper.  You may notice that the print from this page is coming through a bit from the other side.  It is a set list from my band Strangers And Liars.  Feel free to decipher the backward shown titles of our songs, assuming you have nothing better to do.  Enjoy the poem.  ~TH~

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As A Child * I

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This is the first of two spontaneous poems I wrote upon a full page graphic from the New York Times.  As usual, I used the nature of the graphic to kick-start my thought process for the poem’s subject matter.  Graphic is a work by Matisse from 1952.  The details about the artwork are shown at the bottom of my second poem “As A Child * II”.  ~TH~