Monthly Archives: February 2020
It is only February And I am sick of winter Everything is black and white And gray Maybe a little beige. I dimly remember color Green I think It was on a flower I saw once Or maybe just dreamed.
Today I am picking up my new car It is big and steel gray and shiny Quiet Powerful It only costs a million dollars Not really but it’s more expensive than my first house and Just a bit smaller. I … Continue reading
You know what’s funny? Old ladies with tattoos I know they exist Because I see them in the locker room After old lady swimming class. And you know they must have been hot stuff Back in the day Maybe hippies … Continue reading
When I start writing poems After 75 years I have lots of stories to tell Many of which show me in a less than ideal light I didn’t set out to be unpleasant It just happened that way. And now … Continue reading
When I decided to become a lawyer After decades of scoffing At bourgeois stuffy boring men In suits with briefcases Like my father I enrolled in law school, conveniently just Down the road. My first class was Legal Writing because … Continue reading
All widowers are permitted After a respectful period of mourning To fall in love again And be happy. Except for Karl When I die he can choose to Immolate himself in utter despair Or become a monk. Those are reasonable … Continue reading
These people are entitled to talk about me when I am dead: My children To their respective psychiatrists That’s it. Anyone else can think about me Or plant a tree in my memory On an as-needed basis.