11:11

11:11 Again
12-22-19

First day of winter solstice
I hold its fairy tale ingrained in my hurt for stardust memories
Of love reformed and another coke bottle no matter ones religion
Our right to simply exist for spiritual expectations of generosity of morality
Of patience, effort and concentration
Our watch more legible unlocking our backdoor
In fifties' kitchens and checked board walls
And a second hand teapot
for the essence of enlightened sentient beings
The day after tomorrow I go away to see Mother
Yea, you Mom....





Talking About Surgery
12-22-19

Time for my banana and yogurt
Free to get on with life as we can know it
Eerily from the flesh another desire to be not pure
In my mind to it back in Georgia on my mind
And the song of all of you
As to patronize the ravishing of another list
Diving right back into it for this apostasy of avarice
And no such annihilation
Ow! We for the season burning fingers
Just to say we did
No point in quarreling
Another good used for the number on the door
Your doctors make the worst patients......