Flying Dutchman
Not the lost mine
through labyrinthine
mazing throughout
his brain like a
wormwooding
suggesting inaccessible
false starts, blind
passegways leading
nowhere, chimerical
lights at the end of
tunnels-behind the eyes-
was not the ship dis-
appearing in the nightfogs
either-all hands lost
on board but one left
to wander among the
damned marked as
Cain- a lifelong avoid
ance of mirrors his fate
fearing what was left
inside straining to
get out
Senior Citizen Surprise
Metamucil and Grey Goose Citron
She told the new
nurse's aide that
her dad hadn't
looked that perky
in years-was almost
as if he had a new
lease on life or
had acquired a reason
to go on-whatever
it is you're doing-
keep up the good
work-Don't you
worry none-the aide
said-it's all in
the daily tonics
I give them-gets
them up & ready for
a new day with a
bang & a shout-
never seen it fail
to work yet
She should have
been wearing a
BEYOND GOOD
AND EVIL t-
shirt instead of
the form fitting
pullover that
emphasized her
breasts that
launched a 1,000
ships though
the hot pants
attached to her
rear end almost
blew the effect
suggesting a-later
in life-war between
slut and slob
judging by the way
the labels of her
Jockey underwear
for women & the GAP
pants were exposed
for all to see-
made me think-
first the slut
wins then the
slob takes over
