KNOCK…

Yourself out! Thrilling to do when nine or ten.
Inhale good old New Jersey air again & again
& again until—mind spinning—you collapsed
onto the couch or floor. Far headier than those
deadly juvenile jokes that began with a Knock

Knock—answered with a grudging Who’s there?
I tap my skull and pose that question, more now
than ever before (as I grope for the name of this
or that star I saw last night on TV). Knock your
self out, kid.  Take a deep breath.  Who’s there?

DEATH…




David Alpaugh lives in the San Francisco Bay Area where he teaches literature at California State University, East Bay and at the University of California, Berkeley Extension. His poetry appears in more than 100 journals and he has been a finalist for Poet Laureate of California.