A Poem: "In Place of Ice Cream"

She considered some things sacred

Like frozen fruit in place of ice cream,

Partially melted and soft to the teeth

Joys so brief that they launch in 3D

In unmapped places, like ships in the sea

He considered other things sacred

Like putting his head in the deli deep-freeze

And inhaling deeply

A movie or two and a poem or three

The ship shivers and cuts a slice in the sea

The eternal and brief, converged in a tick,

At the deli deep-freeze, in the place of ice cream

A Poem: "A Penny"

A penny in my path

I stoop to pick it up and see

Abe sternly nod at me

It rests between parked cars

Near glistening black tar

I wouldn't dare disturb its rest - except

Today's my lucky day

Who am I to doubt such divine work?

Abe nodded right at me

I slide it in my pocket

Amongst the keys to various locks

And coins of other kings

A Poem: "The Diner"

Impatiently he gestures to the waitress,                                                         

She scribbles, bending down, and straightens

His imaginary partner's setting. 

"Not necessary," he pronounces, "I dine alone tonight"

She nods and walks into the kitchen, 

Tickled by his choice of words.

A very pretty girl

Freckles tattooed by the sun

Life decorates her eyes

Along his nape dance ends of hairs

A freshly naked neck and ears

She reapproaches balancing

The required plate of food. 

Expertly she fills his empty glass

Only a few drops miss their target

He rises, leaving money which

She collects once he has gone.