In the Dark We Know
At times, at night,
Oft after midnight,
My mind won’t let loose the words,
For fear lest I might let fly,
Spiced brocaded prose one cannot call back—
All those burning bridges
Built to serve and to smolder.
What must you think of me?
We’re all getting quite older.
Curses not cast,
Happily ever after—
Will this wrinkled love ever last?
Give you space,
I take the time,
Lost in the meaning
Inside this sorry rhyme.
I desire to once occupy your keen eye
While I hide behind a sordid old lie.
70 and 80 come now too soon—
Can we teenagers ever see past the besotting Moon?
There I was heading to
And decided to
Take Aroad less used
And now I’m stuck
In Ushudna, Idanno
Yep twas a USN tar
Held spritely in the eye
By a winsome cradockadileefilly,
But I blinked,
And for many moons—
And now I’m a sworn Ushudna-ite
All by my lonesome
Unless occupying the Artmosphere
Unabated by company or reason,
Looking for a chance to try a dance,
Tis an old old affliction
For oldems looking aways back
To figure where they went amiss;
Ofttimes it’s about a miss
Or a missed shot for a miss,
But I’ve tons of free time,
Free to see time
And total the misses,
Down Aroad not much used,
Just A Spritzle
I shot my COVIDs
I got my health
Missing is Lifelong Love—
Happily-ever-after prefers it stealth
I got my full glass—
A little red from Sonoma
Future graduate is well
Three months til honor’s diploma
I got my Brussel sprouts
Thrill-drizzled with virgin olive oil—
Spiked with a spritzle of lemon pepper
And pausing my shuffle off this mortal coil
My shoulder still hurts
Another stellar vaccine reaction
News to me that I’m okay
Perhaps they ought print a retraction
I shot my COVIDs
I got my health
Sojourning in Alexandria—
In my friends I count my wealth
Thank God, the Sun finally fell,
And my grass is all hay, as far as I can tell.
And, she has remarried, well done, well-played;
While I return to my room and its old bed, unmade.
How to escape these grayer ill-jointed days
As we reap the errors of our less-traveled stupid ways—
Find a job, see the doctors, count to ten.
You are right, you’ll never touch her again.
Mercury pauses up past one hundred and two;
Horrible news arrived from the Audubon Zoo;
A jaguar slipped her man-made enclosure;
Happily-ever-after looks very far from sure.
This Heatwave is here for another fortnight.
Wear your sunscreen, hold onto fantasies tight.
Pay the right bills, sell the rest of the stock.
O to have mystick time like from Ashland’s clock.
Weather well, all ye Christians, thru this Austin heatwave.
Gather fresh chrysanthemums for this Land of the Brave.
A New Adventure (Same Old Story)
Miles and miles over the road;
Hoping the fair princess
Can discern in this hapless toad
Inside loom love and kindness
Along with old pain and mischance.
But to worry a bit of brie
Along with, just maybe, a dance,
Would be any true man’s dream.
So, a road trip in a new September
A start of something special—
Or an adventure to long remember?
Two empaths to closely encounter
And perhaps co-mix their life stories;
High hoisted on tenterhooks,
Dreaming of better glories.
So All Ye, All Ye, In Free! I’m going to fair Slidell.
Wish for me your best and let’s see what a fortnight can tell.
–“It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.”