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DEW ETC.

I feel wet
not rain like but dew
like du, du liegst mir im Herzen do
like call me in the night do
like remember me in the darkness of the day do
like don’t leave any stone turned up do
like don’t without me do

COLD LIGHTS

Outside my window there is steam

and there are lights in a skyscraper

where people sit at their desks

and the lights let them work.

I bought two hot tamales

from the Mexican food cart

hoping it would warm me.

The lights are cold

as I see them

some go in rows 

running away from me

and others go in rows

perpendicular to me.

I like the ones that run away

as if they have a place to go

where at the end of the line

people are warm 

without coats.

(c)Alan Kleiman 2014

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Refreshment for the Soul
May 02, 2014
Grand Slam is a delightful collection of poems that will touch your heart and make you smile. Alan Kleiman’s poetry is unique in style and quirkiness, both thoughtful and entertaining. I keep his little book on my bedside table and reach for it whenever my soul needs some refreshment. I’m very happy to recommend it to readers.
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THE 23rd SONATA

The day before,

My mother rang me up

Singing Beethoven’s

Appassionata first movement

Like it was written for voice

Into the receiver

I moved the phone farther from my ear

Not comfortable having someone sing into my ear

Especially something written for piano

Plus she was dead two years.

I listened like a good son though
Like a musician, the violinist at heart
And felt the Beethoven waft across my body
Like warm rage.

What’s that sound my wife asked from the other room
It’s your mudder-in-law
Breaking wind – I mean bread
From beyond the fringe of life

She thought I was a wise guy

Didn’t retort but ignored me

And I hummed the passionata

With all my heart and soul

With every fiber of my guts

Like the day I was born till

The day I’ll die.

(c) Alan S. Kleiman 2014
 published: AfricanHadithi - April 2, 2014

PEOPLE I KNOW

1.  I don’t know you

2.  You don’t know me

3.  He don’t know him

4.  Joe or Jim

5.  I knew him once

6.  I knew his brother

7.  Her name was Sue

8.  How do you do

9.   Sam

10.  And Dave

11.  Robert Hall

12.  McGillicuddy Burns

13.  Bill Shakespeare

14.  Tom Mahoney

15.  Fulla Baloney

16.  Crepes Suzette

17.  All is clear

The day before yesterday

Sally said

List your friends

As if you knew them.

There.   Everyone I know

Plus Jane

Minus Lou

The rest is like a stew.

ONCE IN A WHILE

By the old dock

Near the bridge

On the side where they kept the sailboats

Opposite the fishing fleet

The lobster catch was emptied 

Into the old shack

And sorted by weight

Once in a while 

A big old one got caught

Maybe 50 years old or more

And they’d keep it around for its special value

Until someone would come in

Wanting to buy it

Or just because it was there

Wanting to buy it

And then it was gone

Killed off and eaten

As if it were a common animal

Instead of a something.

And then the place returned to being

Just a lobster shack

With maybe a 4-pounder or so

On a good day.

 (c) Alan S. Kleiman 2013

 published: About Place Journal Vol II issue III - 2013