Old age runs on
It rears its head
Then never stops
until you're dead
Sixty-five plus
The danger zone
When fag end time
ticks by on loan
Old age creeps up
It clamps down hard
Then catches you
way off your guard
Poems
I have the will to vest in truth
A memory long carved in stone
A father's neonatal gaze
His daughter's face so much his own
I have the will to deed just once
A testament as old as time
A father's sorrowful regret
His punishment without a crime
I have the will to give at last
An epitaph of bankrupt love
A father's melancholy cry
His wish upon the stars above
I have the will to leave behind
A fatherhood quite rightly dreamed
An old man's final fading hope
His only wish to be redeemed
An actor dies upon the stage
Collapsing to the softwood floor
His last thought of the line he missed
That Dickens wrote so long before
A surfer dies out in the waves
Succumbing to a white shark's jaws
His last thought jarringly why me
That finds grim truth in Murphy's Laws
There are so many ways to go
Departing to a place unknown
The last lighthouse on somber shores
That makes death ours and ours alone
Down and dirty says it all
The rule book pressed one-sided
Doubled down hypocrisy
On playing fields lopsided
Dirty minds across the board
Men's locker rooms of crudeness
Secretly kept out of sight
In hippodromes of shrewdness
Dirty minded secretness
Dirty mindedness for all
Natural as flesh and bone
Normal as a nature call
Our deep space anti-aging pods malfunctioned
I survive age sixty-five and she escapes eleven
we eat and rest together then take warm baths
I ask do you know how to clean your privates?
Yes my mothers taught me how she answered
I took her to a studio and put her 'pon all fours
protocol says use KY but I'm going to suck her
When getting laid lived as my mantra
zero understanding of responsibility I
couldn't be left in charge of a laundry!
When I believe physicality 'twas king
not including anything I wouldn't see
doing pretty or ugly sexy or fat things
Take my wife, please
She's coyly game
Twosome? Threesome?
It's all the same!
Take my wife, please
She now speaks French
Menage a trois
Let's drench the wench!
I only con for money I don't rob banks
I promise you all this 'tis not my fault!
load point gun then rob and flee bank
I swear to you I've never done assault
hey, I'm no monster I'm businessman
I hire hits from time to time as a boss
I'm not some fucking mass-murderer
if you say it, I'm giving you the sauce
We're all fools in a rat race
Climbing up on doggy piles
Dire heaps of suffocation
Where upon the rat king smiles
We're all caught in a rat cage
Grasping for the holy grail
Dashed dreams of disappointment
Where the rat king ties its tail
We're all rats in a sewer
Searching for the highest ground
Dry places of warm comfort
Where the top rat kings are found
Death means never being heard from again
Death is the end of the long winding road
Never say never my wayfaring friend
Look back with love at your life a la mode
Death means never being alive again
Death means the end of the boat rowing stream
Time to give up and surrender my friend
Look back with peace at your jolly good dream
Never to be heard from again
sound like a parting of friend
yet mean truth strike a chord
as surely this must be an end
Have my name in the Wikipedia
searched same as a Hemingway
as well quoted as a Shakespeare
all dead one's like Viginia Woolf
Emily Dickinson Mary Shelley's
as Ayn Rand or James Baldwin!
