NOSTALGIA FOR THE EARLIER CENTURY
Still see them, apoplectic
in matching red
Congressmen, all men,
afire with anger
upon hour, declaring
the greatest threat facing
I long for those
budget surplus, thanks to
Give that man a cigar.
Rewind the clock
open door to the DeLorean,
take me back
Back to the Future.
Do you remember
when life was
The Cosby Show #1
for four years?
when our greatest
RETURNING TO A HOUSE THAT ISN’T A HOME
Visiting my childhood home is
walking through a tossed salad memory,
as if some houses had sipped Alice's
"Grow" potion, while the street
partook of "Shrink Me."
The hundred-plus-foot trees --
maple, ash, oak, birch --
have all been ripped away, and I
walk a neighborhood beaten down by time.
What can one say when a fireboat searchlight
at the top of the fourth front porch step
is one's earliest memory? How the whole house
becomes river view on all sides every few years?
The rec room window is now up 20 feet,
upon a cement foundation
required by an insurance company
only on homes whose mortgages aren't closed,
adjoining bare plots of land now government-owned,
homes torn down of those who just gave up,
the neighborhood a grim reminder of
what it's like to never smile.
GAME OF TOMES
Tonight, a high-pitched whine of
caffeine in the late-night
hot chocolate the culprit
who needs crossbows
just layer on sodium
deep-breathe the heart-racing
awaken with bloodshot eyes
a new season has arrived
wonder if you'll survive.
David Messineo is publisher and poetry editor of Sensations
Magazine. He is the author of nine
published poetry collections. “Game of Tomes”
was originally published in the anthology On The
Verge: Poets Of The Palisades III.