fried zucchini…

 

when
i stopped by
aunt bea’s
yesterday
she was making
fried zucchini
she said
although
each year
i plant
only
one
cucurbita pepo
somehow
over the course
of
the summer
there appears to be
more
edible fruit
from
that single plant
than
would be expected
thus
the need
for
national zucchini day
when
even
law-abiding citizens
sneak some zucchini
onto the porch
of
every
unsuspecting
neighbor
they
can find
and
she said
the only thing
more
prolific than
zucchini
are
presidential
prevarications
they’re hard
to
slip
onto
anybody’s
porch

 

another reason not to grow up…

 

the mind becomes trapped
distance between right and wrong
seems even greater
mirage of reality
fool’s lifelong destination

 

i don’t wanna grow up…

 

do you remember
your laughter as a small child
how the silly things
washed away worlds of sadness
why not laugh again my friend

 

long remembered…

 

they died as martyrs
cameras recorded their deaths
crowds chanted praises
promising not to forget
but death’s fear clears one’s memory