THIS MAY BE MY LAST POEM
I hear my mother calling me,
MILTUSH, MILTUSH, MILTUSH.
That is not my mother, It’s my
Romanian girlfriend, the camp
Rainbow Doctor in 1950.
My real mother is reminding
me to eat more because the
children in Europe are starving
again because of new violence
due to the unspeakable wars.
Stanley is taking care of teeth,
Ed has Lenny Bruce and George
Carlin on his weekly comedy club.
Follow a smell of bacon and eggs
and you’ll find us waiting for you.