Is Jersey worth it
My early days
Facing West I’d sit
Seeing cosmic displays

Dad was working
Looking too
Caught by any live thing
Who

Could calk 
The velvet
And talk
The regret

That’d shoo
Those who sing
Would never knew
Who, stinking

Could smell it
Catch displays
Then bit
By a craze

You never made it go up
So it never shrank
Now you're a crank
Not worth a spank

I'll be frank
With you I never drank
Something stank
Neither wanted to schtup

Dedicated to Natalie



From Gambling to AM Scrambling
WOR dawns at morning
With anything but soothing
Skits certainly never boring

Len tallies scores
Michael disrupts snores
Joe epitomizes befores
Radio’s wave at superb AM actors

Allen could use a trim
But maybe
It was his way 
To miss identify
He looked smelly
But no nose 
Sniffled 
He projected dirty
Without swearing
In fact he was quiet 
Meditating while
Serenely raucous 
That’s what happens
When you write
With neurons

Go ahead
Psychoanalyst
Of an existentialist
But instead

Retreat
Into that place
Personal space
Stinky feet

Fear to tread
Kick a meme
Sew a seam
Love’s thread

So relax
Experience
The distance
Over fact’s tracks

I died 
Three years 
Ago
But my mind
Bemuses
Maybe it'll glow
It refuses
Any kind
Fast or slow
Of fears
Untried

When Nero
Was around
Rome burning 
To the ground
No sound
Nada zilch zero

Arose from the sun
Like a smoke detector
Alerting
His imperial inspector
Roman Praetor
The fall has begun

But a waning moon’s coo
Tolled a mournful sound
Rome burning
To the ground
Nothing profound
All civilizations do

I’m never amusing
Maybe too didactic
So I appear confusing
Oh, twere I slapstick

I'm afraid of heights
So I can’t trip
In cream pie fights
Do a back-flip

Yet I can orate
With a sense where
Being great
None could care

So I am a comic
Not by my choosing
Using uttered static
Better off schmoozing
 

He was an eidetic
Though illiterate
Replete with rhetoric
Able to berate
With vision myopic

All print stood near
Well literally blind
He could only hear
His mind would wind
In an atmosphere

Where he’d remember
Unable to read
Alphabetic ambler
Of a creed
Most stammer

So ebooks
Saved his day
Elemental crooks
Letting him stay
With intellectual schnooks

Carving a tunnel
Rhapsodising
Time is a funnel
Nothing surprising

An arch rises
One collapses
No surprises
Just lapses

Untouchable
For bad grammar
Yet knowable
So far

As a joke 
Can travel
Under a yolk
To unravel

The way
To a tunnel's end
And play
Time’s endless trend