reply to an April 22, 1990 letter

Will I ever walk alone again, alone down by the sea?

  You will never walk, my love,

  without my love for thee!

Will I be the only one to see the

sun awaken from her sleep?

  The sun will never awaken, my love,

  without my love for thee!

Will I be the only one to hear

the sounds that greet the morn?

  No morn could have a sound, my love,

  without my love for thee!

Will I be the only one to notice

that tomorrow has been born?

  Tomorrow is ill-conceived, my love,

  without my love for thee!

I never want to be alone - Alone

is sharing without you!

  You'll never share one moment, my love,

  without my love for thee!

Holy shit I’m 50... fuck 50! (not a poetry post)

My photo, age 50

My photo, age 50

This is just a post to celebrate myself, 50 years on this spinning hell-stone, self-rescued from a lot of life’s bullshit, some of it self-inflicted, some of it on purpose, some of it out of my control... but I’m proud of myself for keeping in shape, trying to eat healthy most of the time, raising 2 of the best children a father could ever ask for and overcoming alcoholism, fits of depression, divorce, foreclosure and bankruptcy... for the most part I am at peace and comfortable with life... I need to write more... I need to become a recluse and fight to find better poetry... I need a love that understands and allows my personality... I need to make it to 60 - and then we’ll see...