We Did It Our Way

I left you the record collection.
You left me nothing.
No hard feelings, I am content.

Hours of Operation

today home i go
in life dieing, to dieing live
where here i am, there to be

Pebble Island

The old lady, the retired warrior,
no longer the plunder of villages,
no longer an AK-47 slung to her shoulder,
no longer the spy in bars frequented by soldiers,
her favorite haunts are now the Gwinnett nurseries,
where she selects plants to adorn her pebble garden.

A Fiber Rich Diet

You know you are eating right
when your garbage can is half-filled on collection days,
and you're evacuating like an elephant.

Was It A Coincidence?

Was it a coincidence that two days after the William and Kate event
Osama Bin Laden should be killed. No, it was not a coincidence!
We Americans are respectful of the British House,
and would not pre empt on purpose a two billion people viewing
of the Royal Bash.

Was it a coincidence that at the climax moment of Donald Trump's
Celebrity Apprentice, his hit show should be pre empted
that to the nation it could be announced
Osama had finally been taken out Damn, I love our President!
It's high time we had a president street smart!

Romantic Garden

A well crafted poem is kin to a romantic garden,
hidden compartments not seen all at once.
With changing lighting, new forms are revealed.

Luster and gloom mark the hours.

At ground level there are other fields of vision.
Fragrances waif nosegays of altar.
In canopy openings, celestial clockworks fly over.

True Confessions

It is choice, under certain circumstances,
to kill men, and let lowly snakes slither away.