Tricky Business

I lost my wife in the mall
I might have lost her to the mall
20 minutes before its closing
I figured I'd find her in the basement

20 minutes turned into hours
10 long tears for every anniversary
I have not found my Sue Ann yet
I fear she maybe gone forever

I dread answers not questions
Did the bride skip or was she napped
or simply spirited this I think
is not for me to reveal

Should we meet another time would we
could we fall in love again not knowing
who we were then for more than love is complex
reincarnation is tricky business

Quantum Mechanics

Since giving up letters the poetry I quarry
rock and pebble mountain side I terrace
for later wild flower profusion
I am a probability amplitude
positioned to collapse
my art, my prophesy
my property

Flasher

A high class, royal flasher,
this straight lace, Kate of Middleton,
who yet one day may queen or moon us

Sigh Britannia, even I an ancient pagan Celt,
feel your indignation. What tomfoolery was that
in all of Windsor coronations

in which the Jacks you flag like crazy
the nation handkerchiefs a fluttering
the noses running,

the tear ducts flooding.
One last bon voyage, already!
Float the boat a while longer.

A Nipple?

A nipple, for crynowloud,
all that fuss over a nipple.

The nose expresses more character
than the lowly nipple.

Even in terms of eroticism,
the nose has more functionality.

Mary Jonas

Me and Mary never had a bad trip
W,e were babes in the woods
till third parties got involved

Thus, I haven't had a joint in 30 years
The stuff they grow nowadays, I wouldn't dare,
Frankensteins are built in cellars

I'd only trust my own home grown product,
where Ra would be Ra
and not be florescent lighting.

So here I sit celibate to smoke rings
until Pink Floyd's rabbit, hopefully,
discovers the portal to Big Bang,

Still, in the three decades since I last rolled
the temple incense, I've developed
a new attachment to  classical jazz

Mary Jonas, I love you.  I really do,
I have desired you at times exceedingly,
but  one should not turn back, wife of Lot.

Forward is  to get over it!

Everybody be Strong

Did you like it, dearie?
Did you like it glad or dreary?

Both ways I liked it.

Why did you like it dearie?

It was deep, it was purple
it was rhythmic and richly textured

It swayed, it made me swagger
It was metal butterfly

Sigh Becoming

Always one more time again
your piano touch too much
the rose petal littered bedroom
the candle lit balcony, 20 stories up
silent gliding traffic, rain dense Tudor Village,
the clime of moment, the tenor sax pain of living
is it any wonder, eyes are first to well.