Poem for My Wife
This morning when we woke up The meat cages still locked us up* We took a bath so they’d look nice Had our breakfast of eggs and rice Wore the the stuff that Pinurbo**
Epilogue
I have refused to refuse to publish This book of poetry Today they’ve found Over a hundred poems In this volume Tomorrow, yet more One day, even skeptics incurrable Willl be thrilled by the
On Thinking Faculty
1/ One sorriest thing in life is our capacity With which we think that we think. Some do it with brains, some with hearts, Some stomachs, and some genitals. 2/ Vocabulary is useless without
The Ballad of Richard Cory, Jr
(With apologies to AR) Whenever he drives downtown Envy is what we have for him A princely look from sole to crown Dark glasses, a glossy limousine Always immaculately dressed up He resembles human
Doggy
To: S in OC Our doggy Needs to be warned To not approach mr. w’s house A neighborly grin yesterday He confessed he’d long desired To give her a nice kick on the belly
A Friday Prayer
Before the midnoon sermon was a starter He had sat quietly on the corner, His mien dripping with wudhu water His all seeing eyes observe in glister Standing on the altar was the preacher
Mysterious Humanity
I shall tell you stories about scores of troops Sent to the distant Croatian borders Medical soldiers of fortune with a sacred mission: To ease the pain and cure the wounds Of sons and
Resolution
People are still expecting this annus horribilis To close its black box of monstrosities; If I asked you about resolutions You’d probably give me that look And say “May this year fare us well.”
To H
Thank you so much, I can’t thank you all enough For this most beautiful epitaph: “Here lies the body Of a young man Who never lived his life.” It’s so much better Than the
A Confession
To: I At the risk of being customary I wish to make a confession Not that it may be true They do not love that do not show it But because it’s true That
Kitanomaru Park
1/ Here’s a picture of us Taking an impromptu walk Side by side in the park Our park, you dubbed Underneath the darkened Canopy of drizzle-wet foliage Two-three Japanese frogs Suspended their croaks And
3 Ls
Of love, Logic, And libido I cryingly Thank you, God, Ever, For making me A doubter With millions of Insteads And exceptions Humanunkind Flouts like Mockingbirds They only know From ancestry You let me
Reunion
a) This spirited assemblage Is a placid pilgrimage: The girls and boys we were B) A blink is all it takes Before we flock again As grandparents C) As soon as we part We
An Ideal Father
An ideal father: Doesn’t smoke Doesn’t scold Doesn’t fuss Doesn’t test Doesn’t punish Doesn’t upset Doesn’t bore Doesn’t forbid Doesn’t spoil Doesn’t mind Doesn’t compare Doesn’t label Doesn’t doubt Doesn’t neglect Doesn’t exist.
Skizonoid
as old zagreb lies there On the wait for a young friend driving, I question myself, “Do you love nausea?”; Seeing can’t be this punishing i suppose i shall offer the world only one