Three In Bed

The man is jobless
The woman is joyless
The baby is faultless

He wants to be a writer
She is wont to be a fretter
Baby plays like all other

His life is hard
She makes it bad
Baby loves 'em both

He reads his books
She works her looks
Baby munch his food

He says twill work
She says it aint worth
Baby stays his world

His esteem is half broken
She feels her heart broken
Baby needs are forgotten

He prays in silence
She sulks with violence
Baby sighs with innocence

He thinks
She nags
It sleeps

Stars in the Sky

Holiness! How many stars are in the sky?
One, two, three, those ones...millions up high

It seems for every man, a star ( woman two)
Alive, non-alive, unborn; the rich and the wretched too

That large one winking languidly at me is me
And those small ones huddled like a smoke are other men

That sulking yellow one to the left is my wife Sally
Oh gosh! what oh God makes her that surly?

Dear stars, how comes you so merry?
Though a cloud occludes and a rain so tarry?

Could be that you are pure of heart
And your friends are too cool to hurt

Come my pleasant one and please cuddle me
Salve my scars of this scabrous world so mean

Confide in my heart all you know of this earth
Without warning the man warming in the hearth

Uh-oh! my own star why so stubborn?
Make your dew preserve my bone

Till that due date of  paying dues
That least lusted for of all rendezvouses

So long my love of unending smiles
I love you all the lifeless miles between us

Make merry, be happy

Grab a beer

Spread the cheer

Forget the tears

Drown your fears

Life is not last year

Not even next year

It’s every whiz of breath

Every beat of heart

Like death

That can’t be postponed

Delayed

Reversed

Repeated

So is life

Make merry, be happy

Introduction through Sex

Or what was it?

Dick, Dick, oh Dick

Please don’t do that

You had promised

Fanny, you don’t mean …

Please, no, please

Fanny, just let me

Dick, please do it fast

(That way I got to know

My neighbors next floor

Forgotten the inn’s name

Fanny and Dick, never)

A prayer to nobody

I just wish tomorrow could be different

Anything better, morbid, even devastating

Than these vapid, insipid, days of numbness

Of dud promise, pernicious, sheet of sameness

Anything but mourning pans for breakfast

Something but thoughts of halcyon past

That which can suffuse me with hopelessness

For hope has turned me a wretched mess

Every morn a prayer and a hope

That masks the soul that is hobbled

By years of scavenging for any job

That will make me human even a jot

Tomorrow I walk the streets again

Tomorrow I check the mails again

The standard regret: we are sorry but…

They all just hit their resend button

I just wish tomorrow could be different;

Than struggles that same way demur

Death has no more in store

Than these hardscrabble stories

Hunger pangs; do all you want

Death is all your worst

Which I live daily with no fear

More painful are tears of failure

Hee and Sh-ee

He said I want
She claimed I won't
He groped for it
She dropped for it

Silent rainbows

She said THANK YOU!

I choose my death!

I missed the good life,

Not by a whisker

Never the good death,

Not even by a whit

A lazy meal of beef

A slew of laced beer

And no few puffs

I laze in my bed

 Drizzling in the meadow

A bird sings her sizzle

To a rainbow in the mount

And home descends my sun

Bringing my staff

As my son is wont

He sees my state-

Ahaa dad is gone!

A lasting smile

Palms saying bye

Eyes shut in bliss

I chose a good death!