The opportunity sparked a fierce desire
A cunning liar is trying to conspire
Plotting schemes that would require
Causing the masses tears to flood the mire
The choir sang with voices higher
Looking for a bold lady or noble squire
Capable of mending our old attire
Bake these words in an air fryer
The hissing revealed a situation growing dire
Look a devious flyer is soaring above the spire
Falsely proclaiming tales to inspire
Hiding in the quagmire as an actual occupier
Their words thickening the air like a humidifier
The supplier is attempting rewire
All of us who dare to still inquire
An amplifier’s hum drew the self-proclaimed sire
Who foolishly gazed at stars with his heart’s desire
Each promise made proved to be a modifier
The identifier called it out as a testifier
Through it all the proclamations became slier
We need to rise above the snake oil salesmen’s ire
Buckle up and find the strength not to retire
Find the heart to not back down or tire
Positive Airway Pressure
For your sleeping pleasure
Use that humidifier
Or your throat will be on fire
Getting started with a C-PAP,
You’re going to need a nap
they used
to say if
there's a
will there's
a way and so
i tried not
to live with
materialism
but given now
at my age i've
accumulated
dated and what
i thought were
savable things
thinking how
could i
throw
these
memo
ries away
so my attic
fills as does
my basement
one mouse filled
the other mold damp
mouse traps and
a humidifier can't
make or keep
them to last
but what is
lost when they are
found by a stranger
the memory that
surrounds them
and grounds
their electricity
or some say
an aura but
before i go
there
i just have
to say i had
these things
as part of me
and so in sound
mind and body
both creaking
and cracking
i am passing
this stuffing
on to
my son
because
i willed it
in my will
it's so much
easier to give
these things up
when i go
belly
up
so beautiful is she when she smiles
so lovely is she even when she frowns
so far away is she and i can still feel her touch
so wishing she felt for me in the same way i feel for her
reality is like a common cold seducing you to a particular excitement after three days
then you end up with the flu in a cold darkness while longing for a humidifier
after that your throat is sore and you so yearn some type of cough drop of lozenge
only you end up disappointed when day seven comes and you are still suffering so
You are lying on the couch
God's perfect toes sprawled in that little fashion
He make them like they should be
I love them
Curling with every breath and snore
You read me something
Moses talking
I swear I heard the passage
But
I concentrated on you
I'm dull from the spider bite
You've made the salve
I sit and wait for the swelling to go away
I watch you sleep
Some commercial comes on the TV
As the humidifier hums
I watch you
As you breathe, your bronchitis
So strong
I bit my lip a little
In worry of your sickness
You smile and pinch me
I'm just a quiet babble
Tony
Rest well