Nighttime

We take off one shoe at a time

One sock at a time

Undress

Tired

Lazily

No zest

We slew a dragon today

Had our share of loves and dislikes

Survived confrontation

And for this, we buried the hatchet

Turned over the garden

Schemed against society

It was a full ride

And when I turn

The lights out

I will meet you in my dream world

The Living Hell of Joy Each Day I Chase

Nothing surprises me anymore.

Life, death, time, blood,

sexual perversity, incest,

chopping off heads, new billionaires,

political rigging, chicanery,

lies, cheats, celebrations extreme

overboard ego, new dictators,

Soon breakthroughs in heart, stroke, cancer,

Yet always surprises

A screen of life theater in motion

3 dimensional TV, honorarium for overpaid doctors,

abundance of drug choices, forget not,

overdose comes…, up your nose

Rocket ships to cities

Self-driving cars and trips to Mars

Tease out beyond imagination

Super world relax at but one station

Life of surplus, yet the wound will heal

Love surprises, good love again to feel

Collect too many gadgets, things

World of paupers, us and kings

As world powers disagree -

War planes, armies.

So life is too exciting.

I’m cautiously inviting.

Greenland glaciers melt.

Water level up in oceans felt.

What the hell is global warming?

I rejoice in my storming!

You see, I’m over 90, not encumbered

Yet my days are numbered.

All this a maze

The living hell each day I joyful chase

A smile, a laugh, a chuckle

Under the negative I do not buckle

Festivities, good food

Keep in jolly healthy mood

If only for a moment

Nature turns off our consciousness

With sleep when the subconscious takes over

A good omen ­­­­- battery must be charged

As soon as I awake my active brain

Concocts the new world to be built

The old project to continue

But alert climbs on the next plateau.

Surpass myself, the mind creates new vision

A grandiose scheme

Only one winner. Who knows?

An epoch, youthful cry for change

Lost in the sound and fury misbegotten

Yet above the tin and whimsical sound

Like birds peruse the landscape from up high

I’m mesmerized by earthly patterns

All mine to inhale, visual elation, if only for a moment.

To Steal

Taking from Peter and Paul

Never hurt a fly or run afoul

Our motive, like Robin Hood, to help the aged

Never thought of getting caught and caged

So with skill we’ll take

Cautious, careful not to break

A jewel here, a diamond there

An iPhone just to test the air

Leave the silver and the watch

Turn up the receiver just a notch

Police bank last and closely pursue

Find money, gold, share with the crew

No fingerprints, no break signs

No special thievery by design

After all, to plan and steal is such a bitch

Those tycoons won’t miss it – they’re much too rich

New Dawn

I don’t want to be the whole Kahuna

Nor half

I do want to mend my loss

My broken heart

The inner turmoil stirred, let it subside

Like water down a drain, down, down

My bent head again held high

A smile, a sparkle, a salutation

For loss, divorce and death do leave their mark

The emptiness, void slowly filled

Like the drip from a leaking faucet

A slow resurgence rises

Of energy and purpose

Tread on the escalator in an upward motion

A new dawn rises, slowly, ever so slowly

The open wound, self-serving,heals itself in time

Though scars are visible as a reminder

As the ancient prophets do arise

Divided from what was good and gone

To what newness is better

Takes its place in healing, soothing

New values, spiritual and temporal; to aspire

Cast many things awkwardly collected

To the wind

In their place contentment, happiness

And deep new love

Do take their place

Intrinsic Value System

Intrinsic in our value system

Myopic vision still shows fault sand blemishes

Must weigh the guilt

“Must I subdue and change, live like that?

Or bide my time, put up with it?”

So deep the sinew of his master

From custom of the morning ritual

The daily chore – in human encounters

Duties and pleasures of the night

Up to protocol learned

So if the new environment tells

You to shoot and kill your enemies

Deal with all societies strict

Punish some innocents

Agree with false slander and arrest

Men and women are malleable, changeable, flexible

Accommodating

Enough

Same sky, same stars

The seed the kernel planted deep

You can shake your brain

Your torso more so

But that genetic inner sanctum

That weight of guilt and innocence is ingrained

Like that sleazy slimy snake skin

You have to live with it

Bug in my Hair

 Bug in my hair 

A creepy black dozen legged insect

A bug, a spider, an ant now threatens my security

Must have sneaked  in with the wind ,open screen door

Or off a tree  or bush landed gently in my hair

Yes, there is something moving  up there

and I don’t like it.

No, it’s not carnivorous, but could be deadly

Or inject its syrup like a bee bite

Yet all was so calm and dormant minutes ago

And now the wiggly, ticklish thing discovered  my hair

Amonst the  unending forest of brown silver roots

Nature’s creation and protection, Leading to nowhere.

I shake my head profusely, but nothing falls out,

Maybe Dislocate my gray hair a bit

Al this l for one of nature’s cold blooded creatures.

I feel as helpless as an elephant bitten by a flea

Just the knowledge of this invader makes me squirm.

Maybe I’ll put my head under water, rub my head with a towel

And squash the invader to smithereens’.

I look anxiously in the mirror, see another.   

“Come on out you bastard “.I ‘m not coming  to your dinner tonight!”

But no such luck.

No one at home I decide to shuck my clothes,

Yes all of it, stark naked I step in the hot shower

Lots of shampoo should do it.

The damn thing upstairs on my scalp  is not moving

Probably drowned in soap.

As long as it doesn’t wash down my back.

I usually enjoy showers, but this unfortunate circumstance

Has so occupied my mind that only good riddance

Would satisfy to uninvited guest.

“Aha, “ I surmised. As I dried myself in the usual routines

After the shower, but more careful in drying my hair,

I looked downward – maybe some tiny black thing succumbed.

But it was not to be.

I then combed myself numerous times,

Again to no avail. Nothing, but a few dead hairs.

I know I felt it sometime, moving, and deliberate.

This is no imagination – but real.

Unlike most stories, this one has no end

Ere a night when I go to bed wondering if there

Is something up there.

This is not an apparition or dream,

 but truly was a real , cold blooded crawler.

I still I feel something crawling upstairs , sometime.

e. No after affects. Truly I am bigger than this thing.It has a right to live.

But not better – wherever you are.