Prime Plus
for Shelley
when love merges with time in the thing called marriage it lasts longer than its usefulness and dries on the vine like a grape into a raison something big into small wet into dry fun into turgid drudgery personal failures blamed on partner a door to eternity and it is open for us we look through but do not recognize a future I have grown forgetful and you have eaten bitter seeds but in early hours of the day under covers we warm the bed and that is the gift we have left for each other a constant degree of tolerance and acceptance with a giant helping of occasional amiability like spring breezes that cool the mind and open the space between your hands the softness of comfort we found when you turned seventeen
Lost As I Age
I feel lost though I don’t follow
roadmaps any more
like removing glasses
the world zooms close
only footprints before me
some filled in by soft rain
others flow forward
when I was young
I watched ice melt
in the alley
rivulets flowed
before me
I had no idea
that living is reliving
and dying
is not only death
Less Known Nothing Given
I hate to say this but the authors of our Constitution understood the American people well when they created a functioning electoral college one voted for a delegate who vowed to support a nominee but was not bound to their stated choice thus, it was possible to nix a popular oaf education is now the knife’s edge not party loyalty manifestos start as jokes to be inculcated as valid soon after notice that the man-o-sphere adores pro-wrestling a show of cruelty in extreme is central to Jane Goodall’s interpretation of chimps tossing rocks and thrashing branches men learn to alarm all around their status is now but there is no future for the chimps only humans can write it down we elected the loudest ape since King Kong to trash our nest & subjugate females Nixon’s antics spawned several good movies Trump has only one created to-date a score of years ago Idiocracy is a 2006 manifesto come true the ability to reason is lost the necessity of truthful scaffolding is gone after these men wipe out their own thoughts they cannot rebuild them but an ape rebuilds its realm daily our public-school smarts are just enough don’t forget we get to write the tale as the culture of superior brains rises in smoke from the flames we can already smell