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Success
is no more emails
Not one
throughout the day
No beeps
and no vibrations
to clutter up
the quay
My sails are up
the winds are fair
distractions
far abeam
No G.P.S.
or radar
To chart
— this sailor’s dream
(Annapolis To Bermuda: August, 2005)
Fool Them Once — Fool Them Twice
Oh Bernie, Bernie
as crooked
thou art
Thy wife
more dishonest
filling up thy cart
A noble pair
thoust do
protest
Within
thy harvest
and monied chest
To hide among
a lost
enclave
With fortunes
promise
most illy made
Behind thy mask
corruption
flames
Thy hoax
to bear
— eternal shame
(The New Room: July, 2026)
The horseshoe crab dates back 450 million years, almost twice as old as the oldest dinosaurs
It hasn't changed much over that time, surviving five waves of extinction
It moves along the sea bottom like a bull dozer, clawing and crawling and grinding
It eats pretty much anything in its path; five star, no star, no problem
It has about as many eyes as a potato, this Argus of the ocean
And now… it's threatened
No slip unnoticed may be passing away
Now, you may be saying to yourself, "Do we really need the horseshoe crab?"
But the earth needs these things in ways we often can't imagine, or discern
The earth may be saying, "Hello, I can get rid of you… if I want to
If you could gain the perspective of the horseshoe crab
You, with only two eyes
Perhaps you'd realize that I don't need you… necessarily
But I do need the crab and all those others already among the missing
You can't seem to see what they mean to me, in so many different ways
Like the horseshoe crab, which takes about twelve years to mature
I'm in no hurry… I've been here longer than you… much longer
But you, also taking about as long to mature, seem always to be in a hurry
Scurrying about here and there without a care for what you tread on, or discard
Maybe I can bring some of them back… over time
I have tools and tricks you can't begin to imagine
And I have plenty of time
You, however, do not"
Fortune alone is slippery, so sleek
It slides fast and vanishes so quick
Surprising us rarely, once or twice
Not from our tossed coin or rolled dice
But from sweats where we reap the prize.
Hostages to fortune are easier to catch
Like counting chicks in eggs unhatched
Coming frequently when election rise
So many promises over unexpected lies
Causing betrayal, cutting strong bonds and ties.
Hostages to fortune throw impulsive acts
Sorts of gambling taking risk to the max
It’s lighting hope on a melting candle wax
For a wheel of fortune to roll out from the box
In the end, business catastrophe or fiasco rocks.
How did the phrase “Spitting Image” originate
Seems kinda gross to me
Now here's something I've often wondered about
Do Queens expectorate... surely Kings do
For that matter, they pass wind too
Some people... okay some men...
Make a big production out of passing wind
Lifting one leg and doing a slow fist pump
Followed by a “whoooooeeeeee
That surely was one of my best ones ever!”
Strange how us so-called sophisticated humans
Sometimes pretend the foul odor was perpetrated
By someone else in the room
Suspiciously looking around holding our nose
And waving our other hand saying
“Wow! Something must have died up there!”
Bodily functions are as normal as apple pie
Uh, that's not really a good analogy!!!
We used to call it “passing wind”
Now a much more sophisticated definition has evolved
According to the dictionary, the word “fartology”
Is simply defined as the act of loudly expelling air
Through the aperture in one's derriere
You are not far from the end
Another sign that you ain't no spring chicken
Is when you repeat the same sentence twice in a row
Is when you repeat the same sentence twice in a row
Also when you forget to zip up after you pee
What's worse though is when you forget to zip down
When everything hurts and what doesn't hurt doesn't work
It feels like the morning after and you haven't been anywhere
Your knees buckle but your belt won't
You sink your teeth into a steak and they stay there
You sing along with elevator music
You have a dream about prunes
Your nose and ears are hairier than your head
In dog years you're dead
Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional
And finally... inside every old person is a young person
Wondering what the hell happened!
Form:
Where lies the portal to heaven, we ask,
which scriptures affirm is within our reach,
if our soul aligns with love for this task
and ego’s wall of delusion we breach?
We close our eyes and feel energy rise,
straight up to an orifice in our crown,
where our ego dies and to our surprise,
in a stream of bliss, we willingly drown.
The neophyte who sought, now is no more,
for ego shorn, we’ve become the twice born
and since love in love with love keeps no score,
luminous becomes this form we adorn.
Simple is the path, for soul to evolve,
if in God’s light, we’re willing to dissolve.
It is most important to not hurt a cats soul
for it is the perfect balance
of nobility and ridiculousness,
be gentle with its finer feelings
they are more sensitive than yours.
Do be not laugh
if it scares itself in a mirror.
A cat is instinctual to the core,
a bewhiskered accolade of slapstick.
Clean its litter box, twice a day if need be.
It will refuse to poop on its own poop
unlike some humans.
Your cat needs attention,
it expects you to admire its coat,
its signaling semaphore tail,
its delicate pink tongue and beautiful eyes,
failure to do so
may result in fur balls in your bed.
Be warned
cats are not naturally forgiving.
Woke up this morning to brilliant sunshine
What a way to start the day
My spirits couldn't be higher
Old Mister Sol and I go back a way
When he drops by can't wipe off this grin
From my very ancient mug
Amazing how Old Sol affects our mood
You could call it a happiness drug
Only happy thoughts should fill our brains
Maybe lost a bunch on the markets
But we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off
And banish the gloom and darkness
Each day's filled with promise and opportunity
So smile and hang on for dear life
There's bound to be good stuff just up ahead
Coz you don't get to go around twice
So smile damn it...
YOUR FACE WON'T CRACK
He doesn't expect anyone to understand his choice
Like autumn leaves he prefer's to fall
Pouring this drink like your love because it's never enough
Sitting in solitude just to find the solid truth
Two hearts different paths reverse roles and a bloodybath
The world is already hard so living he's been thinking twice
Put him on ice for ages before he has a meltdown
For no mother would want to see that part of her son
Sweet dream's that left you with bitter taste
Clear day's that's now replaced with eternal haze
Like a phase of hate you're just waiting for that chance to change
Whether it's good or bad in this storm that should end it all.
Pictures of babies and license plates,
are you asking a criminal to find you?
The internet is NOT benevolent.
It’s phony as hell, you better believe it;
Keep your life out of reach and private.
A cheer or criticism, neither are needed;
Less is so much more decent,
let’s practice social media modesty;
With each detail you make public
you put your life at unimaginable risk;
People will follow you stalking your life,
until they scrape enough to create a copy;
Is it you? Is it not? It doesn’t really matter.
Identity theft only needs your numbers;
Suddenly there are two of you twinning,
but one is just a parasite you’re feeding;
Less is so much more decent,
let’s practice social media modesty;
Mind your manners remain chaste,
some things really should stay closed;
Stop flaunting what matters so carelessly!
Better think twice or become a victim ;
Sudden chill down your spine in real life,
That irreparable damage was preventable;
Less is so much more decent,
let’s practice social media modesty.
I remember watching that movie
with you the year we separated
It was just released on VHS
and for some God Forsaken reason
we rented it together
on Christmas Eve at your place
You had come upon this crown molded
apartment in an antique house
I leased a Formica townhouse thirty miles
or so down the road
Neither one of us wanted to be alone
so we got together out of some
pragmatic separation etiquette
on Christmas Eve.
That flick is really funny
a classic contemporary distraction
that continues to un-clot future strokes
so you can eat more turkey skin.
I liked the part when Cousin Eddy emptied
the RV terlet into the storm sewer
You liked the part when it ended, and Jesus
when it ended, I choked up over the credits
while you were in the kitchen asking
if me if I wanted another beer,
which I didn’t…and usually do.
Did you know that Christmas Vacation
didn’t have a soundtrack of its own
even with all the classic tunes
and the great original title number
Which I always recall with
the credits closing that night
for some God-Forsaken reason
So now I’ve said “God Forsaken” twice
No three times in one poem
even though I’m an Agnostic now
with very little saint left in my nick
"Fa La La La La and Ho Ho Ho
Jingle jangle jingle as we go
Let the spirit of the season
Carry us away….."
The static fuzz flashed us by that night as we
contemplated sleeping together
which we didn’t.