oneiroi…

it had been years
since he’d
shared a room
with a man
indeed
for 50 years
she had been
by his side
each night
how
clearly
he could still hear
her turning pages
as she read
late
into
the night
sometimes
dozing off
with the book
opened
and
propped upright
as if reading
with
closed eyelids
any attempt
at removing the book
garnered words
of denial
of sleeping
then
the shuffling of more pages
before the nightlight
was permitted
to sleep
however
his new roommate
preferred
old black and white movies
with
the sound set
to compensate
for the hearing aids
so neatly
stored in his desk
so as to save them
for
a special occasion
no doubt
his own funeral
so many changes
not only roommates
but
once great books
provided the escape
from life’s harshness
but now
it was
sleeping
more preciously
dreaming
for in dreams
you can be wherever
you wish
and
these constraints
of life
are
mere delusions
so
there’s no need
to
discern
night
from
day
except
when
she
comes
to
visit

measuring…

the paint’s
worn off
where your fingers
carefully
calculated
what would be needed
to complete
the job
but
how many hours
were counted
as you made it
take shuffling steps
in and out
of its case
as you
sat
waiting
for
the union bosses
to
punch your card
granting
you
right of passage
to
the job site
and
to
moments of hope
hope
for a better life
for
those you love
better
than
yours
you
the poor
and
unwanted
immigrant seed
cast upon
this nation’s
desert sands
and
told
to grow
without water

basic neurology 101…

as i left
my office
the brown bag prophet
stopped me
and
said
it appears
the new hud secretary
has damage
to his
dorsolateral prefrontal lobe
cuz
the man
just referred
to slaves
as
immigrants
now
with
such logic
and
i
use that term
loosely
slave ships
were
merely
one star cruise liners
with
a bad chef
flogging
was
just
an
overzealous
tickle
branding the flesh
of
another human being
was
a sign
of
sincere
committment
to
the relationship
and
lynchings
were
an unappreciated
path
to heaven’s golden gates
where life
would be wonderful
hell
this man
is
a saint
well
you’ll
have to use
his logic
to understand
what
i
really mean

don’t wait for it…

no-need-for-words

i had
hoped
to have
a
personal
conversation
with you
but
you insisted
that
i respond
on
facebook
so that
all
your
friends
could serve
as
your
surrogate conscious
and to
no doubt
provide you
with the kind
of loyal support
worthy
of
at least
two
kindergarten gold stars stickers
alas
i am not
a certified member
of the
instant pudding mind group
so this query
into
your years
of
duplicitous living
shall end
as with
all
your ventures
seeking
more