• it’s only tears

    Byjucasso

    it’s only tears
    that make me wish to word so well
    the well is deep
    temper quell ripped defeat
    as laughs are nothing cheap

    I look at him
    he takes my arm
    as if he stroked my cheek from harm
    the many months aloof
    hadn’t seen him in many a year
    wearing tailored suits

    and never wore him boots
    but custom made shoes
    that hid the kid so lovingly
    gallant dad uncouth

    but for his truth
    though thin today still boldly gray
    without a word to say
    he needs us me and you so much

    dinner breakfast lunch
    retired to humility
    the seamless life of liberty subdued

    a thoughtless boisterous melody for all of us to sense
    in him vacant memory
    that turns attention to the sun a window on the world to catch some warmth
    familiar on his pudum

    eyes that match the sky
    endure the pouring of the rain ignore the bitterness of pain explore a little child’s game

    he served out his usefulness
    carried his family on his back
    never lacking support the needed strain
    under the gun of a material
    sun summed up his world with
    tears that came that I wasn’t his son to fly the flag unfurled
    for he is just a man of trust and I his little girl.

  • write down the prose

    Byjucasso

    write down the prose
    in sweet repose
    try to sleep
    I count on you sheepishly

    ensconced in deepest grief
    I know not why
    that I should cry
    the colors dance on walls

    red green purple blue
    vivid retreat and overalls
    the view won’t let me close my eyes
    there’s no one I must compromise

    no plunge off peers
    I talk to my heart with sympathy
    buy myself some Tiffany
    read a chapter capture laughter

    eat a dish of something rich
    the night is still
    salvage tears
    get on scale-
    more tears

    a lone girl wolfs down her meat
    she is discreet wants to be alone
    explore the stainless refrigerator
    steal immoral morsels of food
    no one looking she can’t be rude

    cover from head to toe with lotion
    dry as sandpaper-parched as parchment
    what ever became of the little girl from Larchmont? we moved to Greenwich-

    I remember the gold inlay on the rectangular marble table-the knotted wool karistan the Stuebin
    on the break front-dad winding the Tiffany clock-mom painting on the round kitchen table-

    then at 5 o’clock mom sautéing one of her famous concoctions while dad poured himself 2 fingers-

    I was able to have an open mind-I was capable
    sleepy time tea occasionally camomile
    milk and honey on the other side of the fridge
    yogurt berries banana granola
    wait till they go then have your cola

    relationships-tell new friends I’d like to get to know ya-
    adapt to others with ebb and flow
    don’t cry in front of a guy
    hold on to yourself till he leaves and then fall apart

    he didn’t want your heart just a field day with
    your body
    so much sadness no party

    East Hampton winters a comfort
    living humble in my Ponderosa
    organic French roast coffee 2% milk
    updated phenomenal kitchen in 2 weeks
    2 happy 2 be sad.

  • gratitude for all you do

    Byjucasso

    gratitude for all you do
    to care for the meek and mild
    to walk that extra mile
    upbeat with a smile

    all the while missing
    the ones that always listen
    everything good

    anointed
    you came into this world
    brave little trooper that you would

    let go the disappointment
    you are as clear as rain
    in syncopated rhythm

    the stream of the unconscious
    run in thought constrain
    unlike fancy fame

    speak as plain as whispers in the rain

    it is all a rage
    a tumbled stone
    inside the heart
    enflamed

    the sea surge
    the moon hurled
    across water and sky

    wind descend
    trees bend
    earth a rock
    time a clock

    night a day
    black and white
    shades of gray
    return soon
    if only minutes may.

  • an olive branch

    Byjucasso

    a greater distance to the sun from earth
    paint underneath my fingernails the work to file
    deny my mother and her first born child
    deep chill my heartbeat still on trial
    older than a tree root rots
    misgivings tied to have me nots
    assert the failures of composure angry hot
    middle of day the right to have their say
    no matter what
    a break in the weather a mix of sun and rain
    our tears forbidden words bring angst a cruelest pain
    a flux corrode like rust repeat the same refrain
    you cannot trust the ones you love so much
    with loneliness to claim no loyalty no gain
    as a moon will wane I think we go insane
    for what is love but someone else to blame
    let light shine in eyes that look deep blue
    as wide as an ocean she will rescue you
    she is my mother bearing flowers
    she is the ear that listens for hours
    she cries the tears when she feels powerless
    she is my dear she is my love an angel the sign of the dove
    offering an olive branch
    on the other end of the phone telling me she loves me
    while eating olives.

  • a hungry place

    Byjucasso

    the sun shining
    amber as maple syrup
    sticking to twig and stick
    grateful to be able
    in the years of fable
    blindly going forth
    waiting for a renascence
    fine art at your table
    since first you cradled a ladle
    and I the lady with a bagel
    promise anything
    but give her salami and cheese
    while you whip up your liver pâté
    in FILO dough you know
    would be as smooth as Peter Pan
    but then
    the world is a hungry place
    but I grew up
    with broiled lamb chop
    all over my face
    and there was nothin’ finer
    than Queenie’s apple pie
    second helpings on my plate
    date nut bread covered in cream cheese a fave
    we didn’t know how to run the
    microwave
    meat would come out gray
    my Twinkie for a Hostess cupcake!
    to thine own Milky Way be true
    I wanted food all the time
    I couldn’t get enough
    it was my significant supper
    i guess that’s why I love you
    like a Jewish mother.

  • beguile

    Byjucasso

    take me with you
    smile all the while with sunsets that beguile
    know the joy you give in every hug
    you amaze with peace and love
    I know not what to do
    to keep you safe from the elements
    except to say transcend the pain
    hope for better acceptances
    I’ll try to remember your love
    is so tender
    my counselor my public defender
    my sister for a cause
    cat grasping at clause
    straighten the closet clean out
    the drawers
    so many chores
    to make life viable she is reliable
    gets things done on the run
    vitality an archival sun
    many faceted analytical
    professional camaraderie
    a systematic consistent
    expression of honesty
    homogenized deductive proof
    like a sap drips every minute
    from the maple tree
    don’t be taken advantage of
    lunches are not free,
    well maybe for you and me…
    grabs a salad soothes her palette
    lemon in Pelligrino
    extends an olive branch to Jiro
    by shopping at Dagastino.

  • elegant moon

    Byjucasso

    elegant moon
    shining brightly room to room
    simply spun to stare would stun
    soon tomorrow rising sun
    blond as beach bleached in strands
    hot sand extend the curve and bend
    humid air cool a savage scorch
    timid synthetic awning cover porch
    rolling fire pit throw fit
    the torrid sun sizzle sidewalk grit
    the fault a steamy assault
    concrete crack with skill
    the truant trudge of tired will
    smelt melt
    in rubber sole expel
    burnt umber the color encumbered
    dark that isn’t pale

    luc-warm to boiling
    the pot too hot to grip the lid
    of handling
    the soup is of good stock
    lady lifting ladle languish
    in haste the taste like paste
    bland don’t waste the rest
    say grace to grimace grumbling
    bumble bee is comfort
    peas and carrots tender
    crumble
    catch a fish on a hook
    heart rendering
    feed loved one roasted onion
    and potato
    alone mutter
    saffron rice black tea on ice
    wonder
    apron strings preserve such thing
    the fruit will bring love
    a family toast a twinge
    then back on the road again
    I’ll give you what I can
    always been a fan
    what’s cooking in the pan
    biscuit for your apple butter jam.

  • without apology

    Byjucasso

    moon lofty lilting laugh
    change hap the ocean bath
    gratified surge relax
    splurging waters lag
    swim a fin to drag
    salty seaweeds store
    midway display the stingray play
    across the sand rock floor
    shellfish blacks and blues array
    accept darkest depth invade
    felt the colder fluid flow
    air bubbles blow in undertow
    deep below forgotten
    hit of currents crash like serpents
    wriggling great promise
    let go of dreams that make it seem
    fish must eat bottom greens
    engines roar sputter muffled sound of beasts
    little ones dangle little feet barely touching brine
    laughing cooing as papa casts out a line
    suddenly hit in a blitz so quick
    a bass or is it a grouper?
    whatever he is he sure can swim
    jumps in the air like a tuna
    all is fair we’ll eat him rare
    get to shore or sooner
    the tackle box smells of mildew
    if you say I am you are
    the blues are running in summer sunning under
    skies as dark as denim
    to protect themselves in schools of thought
    lure fish into a feeding frenzy
    fated on plates from fishkill ny
    baked-butter sauce lemon
    sprig of parsley
    without apology
    fish no fish
    go to heaven.

  • candy wrapper super hero

    Byjucasso

    he’s a skid a spoof a fop on the loose
    a boy a girl a flip flapper
    a candy wrapper super hero
    weed wacker-soda cracker
    hip hop podjock an old soul an all night crasher
    bean pole face-mole screen saver
    introducing the semi-nudist tea totaler
    film buff powder puff scene stealer
    excersize dancer thighs “the eyes that paralyze”
    capsize your kyak in the meanwhile yak yak yak a poet of “words words words”
    and letters to his Zoe, the
    sharing of their worlds, a love that keeps on growing, in knowing a
    special bond a lifetime no regret
    to be as close as two can get
    fond skaters round the pond be
    blessed in heartfelt harmony expect the best
    so pardon me respect the biggest heart you see
    in Zoe for all eternity.

    Ben bonhomie good story
    brave knight chicken Kiev
    clarinet man to get
    in a ruse never rude
    in a very mellow mood
    playing prude
    in the nude
    says his prayers
    thinking of you
    grateful for his time on earth
    serious to feel his worth
    grateful for a life to lead
    to help the ones in need
    his grasp far outweighs his reach
    two young fellows on a beach
    taking pictures where they hope to meet
    in the give and take of irony.

    tall dark handsome
    dark horse horoscope Scorpio
    boots like John and Ringo
    wear your red leather jacket
    walk like a flamingo
    karate
    come partay
    how much is that doggie in the window?
    all is fair in love with Claire.

  • such good luck

    Byjucasso

    unto my heart as semblance be
    a soul my twin in age of three
    my kindred spirit as often do
    became the bravest one I knew
    in the reign of mortal men
    I look to you with sadness then
    as history made us friends
    you are Portia I am Puck
    with love ever present
    such good luck
    our fortune more than wealth&fame
    believing in you sweet rose again
    and having tried to turn the tide
    with you love you by my side
    I scream and cry
    tell of ancient pain
    yet one thing true
    so proud of you
    tell me not I never cared
    to listen to your heartfelt prayer
    for I am an unmannered claim
    of broken trust and stricken strain
    and if you be but merry
    when else you can rely
    in my heart I carry you
    in gratitude and pride.