My legacy be poetries, I see that clearly here
writing them robustly, 'tis all I want my dear
A twist of fate now owns, each and every fear
new purposes be why, I shed ... tear
Poems
A lion squats and marks the trees
his spray scents in big proportion
A wild dog lifts and flags the poles
his show signals enclave extortion
A man squawks and hawks a loogie
his ego boasts dark self-importance
River has the most
beautiful eye color
I've ever witnessed
The hue's been cut
from strong cobalt
blue as galaxy seas
A genial, spiral star
born Dallas Huston
is alive in this lamp
My identical twin brothers college sweetheart,
a dear, kindhearted gal with a big, sweet smile
wed him, and had his baby girl in her early 20's
Daughter Jess didn't get much help from Mitch
but mom Darci did a nice job raising Jessica up
oh, my old sis-in-law still looks sexy in a bikini
Saw your sweet, shy smiles
flicking as a comedy movie
River plays a huge part too
he acts magnificently goofy
I've been to all of those places,
lived in them, knew every local
how'd so many yucky rednecks
get into blue Stated California?
Funny thing is they didn't come
these ignoramuses were settled
came here in big west migration
ugly rainbows sans a pot-o-gold
One more before I hit the road
well maybe another right after
trekking up life's poetical path
optimistically seeking laughter
Now three many before I depart
young pen pally sonnet masters
unlimited upside's calling home
inner piece is a rhyming disaster
Yes I'm your proper family
surely feels that way to me
I miss you both as longings
amidst icy autumn's breeze
The sentiment's not painful
more a pang of frozen angst
reminiscence of your beings
Pon my memory's riverbank
Just when I think I can't take it anymore, I cans
back to the drawing board rethinking, my plans
can't leave a desk though I might pee, my pants
dreaming from a chair I've got one, final chance
Penniless don't mark the loser
though many a loser thinks so
yet here inside brutal honesty
we reject that opinion with no
Not cash then what's the bingo?
Can the Brothers Gibb ever win?
Bee Gee Barry tells us it's family
one-hundred % I stand with him
I never really caught on,
to what it's like being me
a defective astigmatic,
noncorrecting yours truly
Still nothing matters now,
or mattered way back then
as everyplace I'd ended up,
'tis exactly where I've been
