I need to remember to
write a poem before
the reaper takes me
takes me,
takes me like he took all the others.
Those
fallen down pieces of
granite were people just like
us,
fallen and unremembered by
everybody,
like my father.
There are many now
who don’t remember my
father but who
may remember me
and may someday read these
scribblings which
a nobody moron
loser like me
at least took the time to
write.
So write,
leave scribblings on the walls
of your cave.
***
The Feel of Spandex
It’s a routine exam.
No need to get undressed,
to check arthritic joints
and all the rest which fails.
It’s getting worse,
he assails with words.
Then, his hand
runs the length of my leg,
tracing meager contours and curves.
I am vexed
and wonder,
is it me
or the feel of spandex
he desires?
***
If Only
If I had my way there’d only be laughs and giggles
We’d all be innocent and a little tipsy
Smiling at the slightest thing
Never hurt or angry, nor scared or injured
Soaking in every moment completely without worry
Hardly able to sleep for being so alive
There’d be no sad good-byes no aching absence
Nothing precious lost and only laughter found
Nothing to envy, only things to admire
Nothing to horde, plenty to share
Laughs and giggles
If only I had my way