My Hometown

There it is,

Chicago;

looking as

if having just been pulled

from the 'Magician's Hat'.

Smoky,

Cloudy,

pretty damn ominous;

showing you its true colors,

telling you

where it's at.

*             *          *             *            *

For,

it's hard

to tell

what's illusion,

from what's real,

while motoring down

"The Outer Drive";

with

enormous,

metal,

monsters

dwarfing all

that are

alive....

 

Copyright 1978

CanUrel8 Press

Stuart Phillip Kaufman

 

 

For my Brother Lee

 

Another sleepless night,

my mind,

it's crying.

I'm lying awake,

I'm begging for sleep,

Lord knows

I'm trying.

Deep down,

I'm begging for truth,

but heart's are lying.

While,

another second of Life ticks by;

leaving

another second,

closer to dying.

*                  *                  *               *                    *

And,

as the world spins,

faster and faster,

there's

more bodies strewn,

in havoc & disaster;

and,

there's only one way

to come into this Life,

but

oh,

so many ways to go......

  

Copyright 2006

CanUrel8 Press

Stuart Phillip Kaufman

 

More to come!

1st chapter of one of my 5 completed Murder/Mysteries to be posted in the next week or so!!!

Thanks for reading

Stuart Phillip Kaufman

people,

thank you...all of you who have taken the time to read my work & then, whether liked what you read or not (tho...more pros than cons...thanx), took further time to contact me to pass on your observations.

So...with no further ado...here's another poem from my collection of completerd work....with a 1st chapter from one of my 5 completed Murder/Mysteries coming within the next few weeks.

This one, "I am a Rainy Night" is a bit dark & brooding...but so is my innards on more occasions than not!

Hope you like it!

 

                                             December 2, 2001

                                             3:40 am

                                             San Anselmo, California

 

 

 

 

 

I am a Rainy Night!

 

Within

The dark and glowing

Grayness

 (which epitomizes

  the depths of my Heart,

  my Soul),

As torrents

Of wind and water

Blow and gust

 (with near-gale force)

to reflect,

while reminding,

all of us mere mortals

of our smallness

compared to

God’s Will and ability

To unleash

His Fury,

His Patience,

His Might.

 

Here I stand,

Beneath this pulsing blanket

Of

Emotion-charged droplets

 (caresses my cheeks

   through,

   to, my bones)

While every single (added) drop

Makes me feel

 (that more)

right and whole.

 

*                                  *                                  *                                  *         

And,

Even when these torrents cease,

When the Sun returns

To dry and bask us

 (While forcing Life’s beginnings)

under its Heat and Light.

I,

Will simply return

To that

Which is supposed to be normal,

For me.

Yet,

Through all the smoke and mirrors,

And in spite of my abilities

For

Conjuring spells,

for creating illusionary camouflage;

Still,

deep within me,

with everything that speaks

or screams of all my being:

I remain,

A Rainy Night.

 

*                                  *                                  *                                  *

So,

As I

 (once again)

return to my home,

  (alone)

 (just beating the dawn)

while others

 (around me)

melt together

 (as one)

with those they love,

or,

those who (simply) are handy

and/or convenient

to cleave to

close and tight.

 *                                  *                                  *                                  *

 

So,

I’m forced to face facts

 (as another raindrops slaps

  my eyes

  and makes me see more clearly)

that I’m just fooling myself,

just denying reality,

by trying to convince myself

that there is anyone but me,

me,

and my solitary thoughts;

or,

 (more simply put)

that an end to this storm

 (which rages deep within me)

is anywhere

(truly)

near my grasp

or

sight….