Two Wheels and A Missing Limb

Which paw follows which,
no worry of falling, notice the skill
squirrels negotiate power lines.

Were squirrels' living conditions my own,
 I'd be considered homeless. Fortunately,
 I live on Disability not in the trees

The sun not having shone this week,
I wheelchair to the window to draw the curtains.
First, good night to the abandoned  nest outside.

"Good night," is a standard form of farewell
to friend and stranger alike. Oh yeah
and by the way, to all a belated Merry Xmas !
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Us Two

To my hometown's cobblestone streets, my lineage.
To the haystacks leaning inland
To the travail of gulls
To the dunes ever relocating
To altar candles and the yellowed flowers
of wall paper and sepia albums

It doesn't matter
someone knows better
It's you and me forever
even as we walk the village church yard,
even as cock vanes spin insanly
announcing impending heavy weather

It's you and me against the wind tossed brine,
the grey of sea tinting dark, let us be thankful,
thankful for summer night staring winter anguish,
thankful for insect revival
thankful for the geese returning
Yours sincerely, Newfoundland.

Pause

Between summer and winter
the pause time is fall,
pause time in which to rethink

Between winter and summer
the pause time is spring,
pause time to reconsider

Between spring and autumn,
the pause time is summer
pause time in which to throw a fling

The new song delivers
notes rearranged
Moments lived

Enter Erasure

He wanted to know where I waz from
I wanted to point to my tracks in the snow
but my arms had no lift in them.
Be sure of this:

All tracks lead back
to one we do not remember.
As memories connect,
memories collect.

One day the linkage snaps,
and bang, erasure enters.  Enters
like a bumbling burglar who has no tools
and has no need for them, either..

The intruder wanted to know my name.
I blanked for a sec, then heard him murmur
"No worry, mate, the name is Alz
I'll be your nurse for as long as you need me".

Right To Bear Arms Claws

We're stuck to a right to bear arms clause
born in part out of the need to keep Indians
from reclaiming lands stolen from them;
born also to keep Negroes enslaved;
born also to rid ourselves of British rule.

Ironically, gun control is argued abroad
on the basis of whether Iran and North Korea
have the right to self defend by procuring
their own nuclear firecrackers.
Where will the madness end?

Hopefully, on December 21st.

Reality Nearly

Reality, really
Senses poor into centrifuge

Centrifuge spins, mixes,separates,
feeds into mental manufacturing,

manufacturing blocks, shards, pottery.
Reality is poetry.

Poor Will and Kate

Always forced to smile
the stiff up lip to birf watchers

Can't we just respect the universal need to privacy

or would tourism suffer so deplorably?

Do not cry for them, United Kingdom
Will and Kate have a job to do,
and they are doing it royally.
Still, such a cage is theirs.