a compassless heart an eye a dewdrop.

Moby Dick.

Dick

born

mortal

compare me

wherever

I am,

mindful

odes

poet

warrior

admirer

Melville

Whitman

Crane

so

many

translations

so

many

findings

soothing

Vic's Vapor Rub

compassion.

War

Cadillac

must

have

no shellfish

Bible

Ariel

the gospels

Plath

Ted

f**k him

Virgil

"With

Vulcans

the

sweet

must juice

down

and

skims

with

leaves

the quivery

cauldrons"

I like

that,

so you

see

I can like

things.

Love

is one

backbreaking

human

condition

Life

whiffing by

then

an

old

person

appears

out of

no where

at the

window

of

a Senior

Citizens

apartment

complex

with

others

so

close

to God

and Michelangelo,

waving

at

the

mailwoman

yet

still

dancing to

Glen Miller

Tex Beneke

whistling

considering

the

twist

the

new

thing to do.

Don't ask.

Don't tell.

Mondays.

Funerals

snowfalls

cloudbursts

from a

heaven

that only

Wilt saw/

daisies

peonies

all

will

die

and

enter

into

some

glorious

heaven

free of

knowing

that

only

there

is

the

universe

un-cruel/

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the part of the senior citizen looking out the window...wondering where life went...and the beginning ties so well to that...like a melville adventure...we want to do some great thing...in life, in writing and yes , f**k Ted....i despise the man...
there is a cruel joke in the universe, him....and yet...overall...un-cruel because what goes around comes around...

and that heaven that only Wilt Chamberlain was tall enough to see, as long as he scores enough points with the general manager up there.////

all the things we feel we must have before we look out that window at an old age, getting closer to the end...

absorbing this one....over and over...i really like the straight line down...and with the one or two word lines...this one topples down...and off the tongue with such rhythm....i am inspired

[h d e rushin]

what happened in 2015 Jacob? Well let me tell you sir. You sat us all down and proceeded to
explain to us what it is to write a poem, how it is to come to poetic endings and just how
much effort it takes to do it every day...You have truly inspired us all . Happy new year my friend and thank you for your continued reviews of my work.......dana

[wolfshrew]

I read this like the most important grocery list I've found that wasn't mine.
It gave me more when I thought it was enough, but it got deeper and better as it went on.
Thanks for writing this.

[h d e rushin]

thank you again wolfshrew....dana

[Olivia]

I love this piece, your writing keeps getting better. I just felt the rawness of your poem, I could hear your distant voice and tone. Really f*****g good

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much Olivia......just getting back in town today....hope you had a nice new years...dana

[emmajoy]

Have had to read and read this, remember my scant knowledge of American writers, the vagueries of what life can be and how it scoots by as if youth was forever there in the shadows all ready to to pop up as and when when required. Inspiration comes and goes, poets juggles it till it becomes real. This.. your style here, reminds me somehow of a sliderule.. something to judge the length of every day thoughts dripping from a place where seeds grow into green and stay same for eternity. Perhaps?

Think it best to read this again.. perhaps leave another review, words that make the sense your words deserve.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dear friend.....just getting back in town this morning....love your words..hope you hade a nice new years.....dana

[james miles]

Every time I come around and read your poetry it's amazing:)

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much James Miles for stopping by to visit me and for those kind remarks......dana

[writing mojo]

so many inspiration ghost to feel on this trail, by goner never fleeing such deep headed sleepers
whom dream in the surreal revelations , writer it is much more then a journey. it's the rapture that leaves you taken up in a heart a beat..excellent piece

[h d e rushin]

thank you dear brother for your continued kindness.......happy new year to you my friend..
dana

[Emily B]

there is one man in town, I know him by his address and his diagnosis, he isn't getting the health he needs at the local mental health office, he has schizophrenia and hears voices

sometimes he calls just to hear a human voice I think, and if he hasn't called 911 and we aren't too busy I always listen to his problems

sometimes we send police or ambulance out just to make sure he is okay. I worry about the little man. He doesn't want to be a bother. He just doesn't know what else to do.

Which doesn't have anything to do with the subject at hand. Except maybe we have a population that just doesn't know what to do.

[h d e rushin]

so true....we have no clue as to how to proceed...so we watch too much tv, eat way too much
chips and sugar and salt, love ourselves so much that we only open up to the psychotherapist,
hate others not like us so much that we only open up to those who look like us......So eventualities lead us to poetry as if words alone, arranged in cute and marketable ways
can lead us to any higher understanding. But I believe in poetry Ms Emily just as you do.
I believe in its power to transform time and space, even if it does so one tiny syllable
at a time...I love you so much..Happy new year.....dana

[W.k.kortas]

Emily...there's a poem here.

[Emily B]

I suspect so, I would rather talk to him than the boozed up redneck disturbin the peace riff raff

[W.k.kortas]

The notion of a Heaven that only Wilt saw...I could muse on that all day; He and Russ were close, you know, and certainly Russell was a singular figure, but Wilt was unlike anyone who came before or after him.

The short, staccato, Baz-Luhrmann cut nature of the lines seem to suggest a certain rudderless, a lack of focus or direction, but there is a direction here, from the early reference to birth until the final knowledge of the universe "un-cruel", amen.

A Heaven that only Wilt can see. Goddamn it, man!

[h d e rushin]

I just cant sneak any seven footers reference by you without you noticing...lol. Happy new year
read moreI just cant sneak any seven footers reference by you without you noticing...lol. Happy new year
to you my friend.....dana