TO LOVE


to love, my love

she must repay,

but after that

I cannot say—

her shapely calf?

the way she walks?

her joyful laugh?

her funny socks?

her lisp? her love of

artichokes and wine?

her kindliness?

her playful mind?

how easily our

hands entwine?

to love, my love

she must repay,

but after that

I cannot say 

PROCRASTINATIONS (FINALLY)



REMNANT


old now,

looking out

the window at

my father's

face, old and

tanned, looking

back at me

through thick

glasses over the

front-porch

railing as I

park across

the street

from his

house



GONE


here yesterday,

gone today, a dog

barks, children

play, a car pulls

out across the

way, the same as

any other day



PRETENSE


am I too

lazy to

pretend,

or am I

pretense to

the core,

pretending

not to be

a louse,

there’s not a

rustle in

the house,

my likes

they’ve

rarely seen

before



SANDWICH GIRL


It’s Valentines

Day on the outskirts

of Love, she’s fixing

my sandwich, there’s shouting above,

“Special Sauce?” she

says. “No, thanks,

Mayonnaise.” And

then, on a whim,

“Come with me,” I say.

“We’ll catch yonder

bus, climb aboard,

ride away.” “To-

morrow,” she says,

“I’m busy today.”



TO GAGA


I love you

on a piano seat

or upside down

and seatless,

I love you

when you’re

dressed in meat

no less than

when you’re

meatless



MY DOG


call him Sparky,

call him Prince,

call him Belvedere,

or call him Billy Bob

or Spike, call him

anything you like,

he answers to

‘Come here’



FAST WALKER


walking fast

like she’s

late but she's

not, she has

noticed me

watching again,

always stops

when her dog

wants to stop,

she is used

to attention

from men



WATCHING


he watches

from the sidelines

now, too little

wind to dance,

he’s walking slow,

nowhere to go,

and wearing a

dead man’s pants,

he’s come to

here from where

he’s been,

if asked, he’ll say

to you that the

only things he

hasn’t done are

the things he

didn’t do



TAKE MY HAND


it’s pleasing

you that pleases

me, so take my

hand, I’ll not

let go, I’ll follow

where you

want to go, that

I might breath

your joie de

vive, your

happiness,

your glow



AWESOME


awesome

that and

awesome

this, when

everything's

awesome,

nothing is



MIDNIGHT


still looking back,

you lucky bugger,

dressed in black

and shades of grey,

may you make it

through another,

have some laughs

along the way

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LAURELS


been resting

on my laurels,

trimming branches

here and there,

damaged leaves,

blighted twigs,

hey, look, a

farmer chasing

pigs! “And just

in time,” my laurels

chime, “again today,

a silly rhyme, we

tire of being rested

on, the future

beckons, move along,

earn new ones

you may rest upon.”

I answer same

as yesterday,

“Okay, okay, but

not today.”



GLASSES


I've glasses

for this and

glasses for that,

I've glasses

for every

here to there,

and the more of

them I have,

the less

it matters

which I wear



STILL


still mixing fact

with fiction, moving

commas here to

there, being careful

with my diction,

with my phrasing

taking care, still

tweaking old to

speak anew, still sharing these again

with you, hoping

you will like them

more—the portals

I’ve replaced with doors—and want to enter them again,

want to share them

with a friend



MY CUP


my cup

runneth under,

my life’s come

asunder, my big

chair is falling

apart, while the

hair of my head’s

taken up, ‘neath

the bed, with a

long-past-its-prime

butter tart, and

women walk by

never turning an

eye, on the subway, they offer their

seats, here alone

in my chair, I am

battling despair

with a big bowl of

popcorn and

Seinfeld repeats



ASPIRATION


I never aspired

to be an adult,

they ran the world,

I wanted to play,

so followed the path

of least resistance,

wound up where

I am today—had I

decided to give it

a whirl, to shun the

fun, help run the

world, it would have

been plain, though

I shared my name, I

clearly wasn’t me,



THE TRUTH


your claim to

know The

Truth is most

convincingly

ungrounded—

our quest for

Truth is an

endless quest,

you’re much

too young to

have found it