The nails need trimming

the face needs a shave and the 

mind needs sharpening 

Your wit and wisdom 

lost on these feckless fools at

least gives us some hope 

- An ode to U.S District Judge Fred Biery

In the cold silence 

creek ice cracking and your own

breathing consume all 

Pecuniary 

pimps pump and dump while the poor 

work for the grave 

Oh give me Coney 

Island on a summer's day 

instead of upstate snow 

 

The only true ghosts 

are memories of our past faults

that haunt the long nights 

 Not hallowed ground just

land where boys were forced to kill 

boys by sick old men