Once age has been ripped by the years,
all selfish isms have retired to the roost
all that matters are babies & good food
don't believe me & you flunked the test
Poems
My love for you is bigger
I promise it's hugely real
niece, nephew el grande,
let me profess how I feel
No words can bestow honor
to the feeling I've got inside
love for you both is a quiver
of gratitude tears in my eyes
As in being on razor blades
one side sharp like icebergs
others as worn out cleavers
yet the dull ends aren't lost
a crooked edge can be fixed
because of what writers say
begetting what Newt speaks
we all can make things right
The squirrel eating a mango,
open switchblade in one paw
tells me squirrelly real greedy
yes there be malice in its claw
I don't know maybe chipmunk
he will share his fruit with folk
but not seeing such a painting
still quite enjoy Sciuridae joke
The clank of a cutting board
against steely stainless sinks
clink of forks, knives, spoons
settling into one dish drainer
a tired mother barking orders
sad dogs wailing solo anguish
dads baby talking at newborns
little kid's voicing happy plays
these the grand sounding outs
of good neighborhood's noises
No times for we to waste,
so please let's all do right
and write us lots of poems
many as humanly possible
Where there's love there is love
where there's hate there is hate
and human beings without love
find hells waiting upon this gate
That fence remains always open
the way's shut for each very bad
yet great joys in every good one,
negate the rueful wail of the sad
Nothing yet from a niecy
nephew's out with a cold
having lost a connection,
I count the zeros I behold
God that's good, brings goosebumps and shivers
touches a piece of the human psyche which only
exists in-between atoms of eccentric dark matter
I need to go there, I want to see the part of myself
clamoring to unify with what's knowingly almighty
to where all which passes becomes light gone away
If I told you I have cancer, would you talk to me then?
Which I do but I don't least not yet though it's coming
She's malignant death and her scythes are the tumors
so light weary human of temporary self know me now
Dawn comes like a fireball from heavens
as there's no heaven and there's no hells
only James Webb starshine here and now
equals mourning Earth's late lovemaking
