October Osculations 25

New Work Fall 2025

You must write-

Even when it seems not to matter

You must write into the moron smug deafness

No/yes ? They are not listening –

Wana sweat that ?

You must write

Capture an October afternoon

Like the Johnny Griffin & the Sextet

Playing Woody’N You

You must write-

In Morse Code

In Braile

Tap dance if you need to-

But write to

Dream the deaf awake.

10/2/25

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October Shorts

Playoffs ?

We don’t need no stinking playoffs

Mutts watch from home

I’m still sitting in Shea Stadium

in a Red Sox hat

Damn Yankees-

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You just Watch-

All my life I’ve been waiting for the rebirth of wonder

Waiting still for:

Someone

Sometime

Something somewhere

But no dice

Either boxcars or snake eyes

When I finally crap out ?

Even death will make me wait first

Porter in my baggage to the limbo Room

9/30/25

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Jack Ass

Listen try not be a perfect Jack Ass

Be human- have flaws

So shoot for a half ass Jack Ass

And offer free rides-

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Missing (the) Sound (s)

Shoreline 67 Steps

Where the wash of the thousand stones

Tide in/Tide out

White foam scent Salt water

Smell & taste

I remember that lick/sent on her shoulders

I liked to lick a lot

Exactly where I should be terrible now

At the foot of 67 Steps

A cold beer in one hand & you at my twilight elbow

After a sunset swim

We could walk down Sound Road

Into Sunset Place

w/ more Frosties & reheated Pizza from the kitchen

to sit in the family room round turn table w/Lee Morgan playing

O now I see on the turntable from my Dad’s Jazz records-

Later in the backyard in my arms

We look up to impossible canopy of stars kiss night sky and

Sigh into each other’s eyes

And go to bed

9/2025 VQ