Poems

I swear to you here and now I'm not a hypochondriac!

I can say this isn't happening to me, but it is

I saw the kissing bug in my room after it bit me at the corner of my eyebrow

I didn't know what it was then, so I didn't eradicate the little bugger

I know what they are now though, and I've fully researched Chagas disease

The parasite Trypanosoma cruzi probably now swims freely inside of me

I have signs of megacolon, colon enlargement, a serious medical condition

Trypanosoma also love human heart muscle, and they're probably ravaging mine

I can swear this isn't happening to me, but it is

and its bad karma, plain and simple, that's what it is

I've got bad karma, and my just dessert is being dessert for a deadly parasite

I have one wish for humanity

'tis that religion shall be banished as a lie

with science replacing those fallacies

while the entire God systems denied

I have but one wish for myself

'tis chance to wield one poem to my pen 

as the spirits of Shakespearean sonnets

bestow beauty and truth once again

May the great energizing batteries 

of eternally light mattered atomic particles

bestow 'pon me everlasting strength and power

so that I may manifest my blood and guts humanity

into one last literary form of the Shakespearean sonnet

These are the last words we will write

The final mind's eyes we will share

On cyber pages yet unseen

Soon posthumous as thin dead air

These are the last words we will pen

The final brain waves we will bear

In hypertexts of fruitfulness

Soon sumptuous as art turned rare

Shit happens is what they said

after someone's ne'er the same

an errant mishap on dirt roads

a top-heavy bus drops the load

Yet please don't let this be said

Lilly twin hit hard on his head

'twas ne'er the same after that! 

and this shall be much too sad

My last poem did not make the cut

A short shelf life upon the page

So much like life on planet earth

When strutting thesps must leave the stage

It was a poem about my twin

About the life we got to share

So much like love that always wins

When understanding clears the air

I wish that I could leave one poem

An ode that makes a lasting rhyme

So much like tears lost in the rain

When moments stand the test of time

You bring me so much laughter, you always have

my cold-water longs forever to feel a new barrage

of solid, thick, icy-blue and humongous fractures

Your crackups carry massive strength and grace

falling, cascading, splattering on top and over me

like delightful, gigantic chunks of calving glacier

Oh, how now do I write a sonnet?

and what will I pen the poem about?

it feels hard to put my feeling down

of thoughts I think about life

Is this what an ode 'tis posed to be?

how do I know if my rhymes any good?

well, I suppose it won't hurt just to try

yes, I'm here to create a verse

We ran along without a plan

To doom ourselves financially

The days and months and years flew by

Our poorness grew substantially

We buggered off without a clue

To free ourselves of prison chains

The freedom like fresh breaths of air

Our losses seeming more like gains

We sallied forth without a thought

To give ourselves a fighting chance

The guts to take less traveled roads

Our lives a candid tragic dance

We settled down without a choice

To find at last a faithful friend

The bond of twinship now full-fledged

Our closeness true-blue to the end

Identical twins ready to die

Now hardwired as suicide bombers

Concealing their deadly explosives

Like MAGA obsessed Jeffrey Dahmer's

Identical twins ready to kill

Now dead set as Trump detonators

Cremating Musk within the blast zone

Like grim oligarch liquidators

I'm socially insecure

with no medical care

and an empty wallet

I'll reluctantly go in

hand 'pon detonator

to kill trump & musk

Oh, he should've staying in his own lane

Musk had that highway all to himself

he shared a tip-top money spot with no one

and audiences cheered him late on night tv

But he had questionable ideas and plans

and gambled with his cultural fortunes

now, the dumb fuckers cancelled like a leper

and no one hears the richest man alive