I'm an enthusiast, nothing particular
more of everything totally testicular!
I fly by my ass as an out-of-box man,
curving in need and learning as can!
Poems
I'd like a do-over please
But that ain't how it works
Too many starts and stops
In a jumbled swag of
slips, trips, and falls
I'd like to just forget it
But that ain't easy-peasy
So many ups and downs
In a slapdash rush of
windowless walls
I'd like to just accept it
But that ain't gonna happen
Too many twists and turns
In a foolish flux of
inner demon brawls
I'd like a do-over please
But that ain't in the cards
So many highs and lows
In a steeled cage of
balky bad calls
My melancholy true,
oh, you're part of me
Sad, depressing blue
of my life anomalies
Speaking of the past twin, if I may, one more time!
Express how I feel now 'tis all forgiveness rhymes
The sun will turn into a red giant
Roughly five billion years or so from now
Drying up the oceans in a billion
When most life forms will take their final bow
Five billion is but the blink of an eye
In the endless cosmic scheme of things
Burning up every last organism
When the fat blue marble no longer sings
Where will you be in a thousand years?
I'll be in grasses of Earth's loamiest soil
waiting for the strength of one survivor
to witness a red giant's Milky Way boil!
Birth brings us here naked and helpless
Out from the warm and watery womb
Rare wrinkled things mute and powerless
Fresh miracles born ready to bloom
Life calls us here ad hoc and voiceless
Out from the mute and aeonic there
Cute cooing things soft and ambrosial
Sweet neonates in need of great care
Life leaves us here candid and reckless
Out from the faint and nebulous dark
Lost looney things raw and majestic
Grand hominids on a short-lived lark
Have fun while doing it
Have fun under the sun
Keep doing what you do
Till the doing's all done
I know I am not perfect
Never have been never will
I know I'm not the strongest
Always did and I do still
I know I am the weakest
Truly was and always will
And though I am the oldest
It's a dulcet bitter pill
We are all lonely
When loneliness comes calling
Makes no difference
How high or low the falling
We are lonely all
When solitude comes crawling
It does not matter
How big or small the balling
Makes me sad
When you're in pain
Heavy as
a ball and chain
Makes me sad
When you're so down
Joyless as
a troubled clown
Makes me sad
When you're not here
Distant as
the stratosphere
