preparing for death…

as aunt bea
and
i
were leaving
the grocery store
a young man
from the gym
and
health spa
next door
was standing
beneath
one of those
easy-up tents
encouraging
passers-by
to visit their facility
for
a free
physical make-over
noting
how
such
a program
could provide
a rebirth of youth
aunt bea
said
there comes
a time
young man
when
you have
to admit
that the mainspring
is busted
and
no amount of winding
is going
to make
the clock
run any longer
best to
just
enjoy each tick
or
toc
as a beautiful day
one
at a time

picking dandelion greens…

aunt bea
has a patch
of grass
in the front
of her home
on
saturdays
i go over
to her house
and
tend to the lawn
last week
i went
to spray
the dandelions
as
i started
aunt bea
said
you never did like
dandelions
i recall when mom
would send you
and
your cousin tommy
out to the fields
to pick
dandelion greens
for
dinner
it was never one
of
your favorite chores
but
you two found
some reprieve
in the task
since there were
wild strawberries
growing in the field
and
for some reason
you were never
too hungry
after returning home
seems
like doing
an unpleasant task
can have some
hidden rewards
now
if only
the congress
could figure that out

 

best to see the gestalt …

i was reading
to
aunt bea
some of the tweets
concerning
the sinkhole
in front of
the president’s
southern plantation
after
hearing a few
aunt bea
said
everyone
seems to suggest
that
the sinkhole
was a message
from god
to
the new president
but
personally
i think
it was to
the
entire
republican party

a modest hud proposal…

a program
on
homelessness
in america
aunt bea
said
i think
we should
let homeless folks
move into the white house
that would
probably
be a good use
of taxpayer money
but
aunt bea
i said
you do recall
the new guy’s there
she said
child
that’s a classic case
of
the lights being on
and
nobody at home

what the hummingbird taught…

aunt bea
said
looking
at
world events
these
days
makes one feel
that
everything
under god’s heaven
has fallen
into
complete decay
that
nothing
is going right
nor
can
but
as i look out
my window
and
remove
the shroud
of fear
that clouds
my eyes
then
i can see a world
going about its business
ignoring
the foolishness
of humans
knowing
that
survival
is dependent
upon no one
except
ourselves
we must learn
to adapt
and
force
the course
of tomorrow
into
our dreams
not
into
the nightmares
of
submission

thieves…

aunt bea
had a case
of
the giggles
today
while
reading
the ny times
between
bouts of laughter
she said
the public restroom
in beijing’s
temple of heaven
is using
facial recognition software
to dispense
toilet paper
seems
toilet paper bandits
have been
wiping their
supplies out
so now
a machine
controls
this much-needed
bathroom currency
us currency
on the other hand
is freely dispensed
to aid corporations
and
military programs
while the faces
of
the elderly
and
poor
are not recognized
wonder if
the chinese
could develop
one of those machines
that could regulate
how
our tax dollars
are spent

congressional address…

congressional-address

aunt bea
had
just
seen
the pretender-to-the-crown’s address
to the congress
when
i arrived
hoping
to foster
a discussion
i inquired
did he say anything
aunt bea
said
he conveyed
his usual
nothingness
but
she said
he
sure does
talk funny
all
those
facial contortions
and
lip postures
like
he’s
struggling to believe
his own words
he
surely
reminds me
of
old man wilson
down the street
how
he talks
when
he’s
constipated
and
had
a little too much
wine
to
drink