THE BOOK
let me tell
your story
let me
write your book
alpha
to omega
cover
to cover
put it out there
do the marketing
and then
sit back and read
everything there
your life
open to everbody
in such detail
a life history
somewhat fictionalized
for the ages
even if it does
not end with me
****
WITHOUT BATTERIES
insidious, the pun
destabilizes
and here we are
with our ban on homonyms
thinking of a present
for the son I
do not have, never had,
could not
have thanks
to low sperm count
(my father
ascended to Heaven
as he always proudly
said
he would
up there laughing at me)
and what, you ask, did
I eventually come up with:
a goblin-green
genetic hybrid
of Sauron and
Darth Vader
perfect evil action figure
to exemplify
the outright commercialism
of this day
on its back
a collection of cave trolls
and death stars
to teach
young minds
how to deploy their
mass destruction forces,
ceaselessly strategize
making it a peerless
death to Middle Earth and
galaxies
far far away festive
time
bliss for
the changeling child
****
WANTED TO WRITE
intended to write
a very sexual poem
but the ink
in my pen
jumped the gun
wrote a mess of words
refinement
wasn’t ready for
wanted to write
the scariest poem ever
but my ink
froze
lost my nerve.
my blood curdling
needed to write
a truly emotional poem
awash with feeling
but the page
got
too fluffy
went all soft on me
as a last resort
convinced myself
I now
by process of
elimination
absolutely had
to write
about death
with your
loving help
should know I am
banking on you
to kill this last line
put it out of its misery
poems 2 die for 