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
I'm prolific at writing poems
each one is in my own style,
I'm great but none yet know,
a coming fame maybe awhile
I listened to the things you said when you were here
and indeed I've been thinking quite a bit about them
You decided to look only at the positive and the light
within your life and to always say what you're seeing
Told myself I want and need to be a lot more like that
never forget always remember to use words that edify
Not speedy ten minutes per side
yet Vivace nearer to Vivacissimo
think vastly and calculate quickly
mind and then body high tensing
straining for moves with a punch
and Presto relief in some blunder
When the earth feels brutal
a weighted gnarl of netting
snagging on my aloneness
choking every selflessness,
I do play the game of chess
within moments waxing joy
I can't have it both ways, even though I want to
since on my worst day I'd admit that this is true
When you took my cash, leaving me sad & blue
I had it coming and saw I never really loved you
