A poem a day, but the doctor still came quick
he'd just come from Rocky Raccoon's bedside
my Adam's apples, with the head thrown back
jutted like one swelled, apelike simian knuckle
then into my gaped mouth the MD gurgled gin
and my rhyme fell into silent, gargled darkness
Science facts father dreamed heavily of writing a book,
but his literary wish got strewn upon shipwrecked hope
I'm not slow, I'm hindered, somewhat hamstrung,
the reason unrecognizable as a blurry eyed chart
imperceptible as fools gold woven into a 60's vest
yet with effects noticeable as embroidered scarlet
I can't let go the feeling everything is touching me,
my moments like the Forrest Gump opening scene
with nonstop, nostalgic and searing contemplation
of melancholic moods steeped in life's shallowness
Everyone loves a museum, yes we all want to be amused,
can't say the same 'bout History, how on Earth's that true?
Mentally I'm a bear
killing & devouring
prey and foe alike
Emotionally I'm a lamb
cowering & quivering at
the signs of daily stress
Literally I'm a human
my thought processes
guiding me unto infinity
The fake news of eternal life is a huge problem here
eternal life for individual living beings isn't an option
thinking they're going to live forever in paradise with
their Gods has the Earthlings rumbling upon Harleys
The sight and sound of these obese liars is sickening
the truth is the only eternity happening on this planet
is the eternal life of the atomic materials being used
accepting this'd bring a quiet humility into our world
Crooked are the crooks but their potencies are waning
the windup clock's demise is the end of all complaining
every energetic choice is the master's moral movement
as handles comes to rest there's only history remaining
What'd you do today, or what're you doing today?
thinking about you, wondering how your days are
hoping they're filled with warm light and joyful love
wishing for tranquility and peace from here on out
while contemplating my constant use of poetry to
communicate with a world seemingly out of focus
as a human being named Jesus once told his God
paraphrasing, "they don't know what they're doing!"
Sense of humor save me, please never leave my side
sense of humor soften the brutal hardness of my ride
Stay strong, yes?
but for how long?
Until you cannot
anymore, amigo.
