Saturday, December 19, 2020

Depends Which Window



This morning I woke up and worried
   about money and about my health;

It looks like the land purchase 
   is going through next door, 
   and that will tie up a bundle.
It is a good bet on the future...
   but on the other hand there could be some
   medical expenses coming up:

Lately, keratosis has reared its ugly head
   all over my back, and
   what with that and the tiny cancers
   I recently had removed--
Not to mention the uncontrollable
   trembling lip--Parkinson's? 
Pick your own ending to that story.

And then my wife appears at the doorway
   after strolling through the patio from her bed, 
   encouraging the flowers,
   bringing her sweetness and light--
An account of me chatting and chuckling 
   through last night's dreams--
   affirming that there must be some
Levity, somewhere inside--

Bringing a more sanguine balance.

 

Thursday, September 17, 2020

This Morning #155



This morning I found myself with my head 
   bent over the keyboard, moaning 
   in an aggrieved, exaggerated manner: 
"Quit fuckin with me, man, 
   quit fuckin with me."

  


Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Birds!



Birds!

Roosters! You know what to do!
    It's a comfort to hear your honesty.

Crows! Grackles! We need your guidance for the Migration.

Parrots, quit your squabbling!

Sparrows, take the flank.