yard sale…

found among
the archeological items
ceremonial clothing
as well as
personal adornments
adjacent to these artifacts
were
cooking utensils
and
an assortment
of
decorative statues
some
obviously used
in
religious rituals
below
a strata
of
old news papers
collections
of
leather bound
images
sorted by stages
of
life
other images
were
string tied bundles
that were
incongruent
with
the bound images
often
portraying events
which seemed
to predate
this particular tribal unit
perhaps
the forefathers
regardless
none were
remarkable
in determining
the tribe’s past life
or
culture
however
the assemblage
was
quite amazing
but
there was one
diagnostic artifact
that
captured my attention
leaving me
spellbound
and

speechless
a photograph
of
you

 

 

time lost…

unrecoverable hours
collections
of
minutes
suspended in memory
submerged like frogs
in formaldehyde jars
lifeless
lifelike forms
suitable
only
for
dissection
nothing more
no way
to
reanimate
those carefully preserved
moments
those specimens
of
life
that are void
of
what defines
life
but are
all
too often
examined
and
re-examined
as if
what was
can become
what
will be

 

nyctophobia…

count
the heartbeats
passing
before you
as if
each
beat
is the sound
of
their footsteps
feel
their pulse
in
the blinks
of
their eyes
the
flow of their existence
in
their facial
postures
and
their demise
in
the silence
of
night
that darkness
where
you’re
unable
to
sleep
for
fear
of
your own death
now i lay me
down
to sleep

 

you are dying…

just outside
the glow
of
life’s street lamp
death
lingers
like
a gaseous shadow
merging
with
night’s fog
floating
like
waves
into view
then
receding
into
the darkness
as if
reminding
us
of
its presence
for all too often
we deny
that
death
is near
and
that
we
are close
to
extinction

 

not that i’m complaining…

now lord
i don’t want you
to take this
the wrong way
but
as they say
this growing old
ain’t
all it’s
cracked up to be
you see
here i am
with the woman
of
my dreams
and
hours upon hours
to be
with her
thanks to covid-19
but
there
appears to be
some
fine print
constraints
that
you
placed in
the
longevity contract
that
has made me
seriously
regret
those early years
of
abstinence

 

honey you just lost my vote…

tho
i understand
the
economic issue
i do
take issue
with
the proposed
reopening
of
the economy
where
i
am expendable
due
to
my age
you see
i’ve
earned
this
damn
retirement
and
do not feel
that
returning
retirement funds
to
washington
as
a result
of
the government’s
kill your grandparents initiative
will
do anything more
than
pay
for
a round
of
presidential golf
so
i’m voting
against
such
proposals
and
those
who support
them