TAI CHI
I saw you in those
Facebook AI generated
Tai Chi adverts
desperate
to shed that belly
and the sixty pounds extra
some Tai Chi exercises
promising
if not the elixir of youth
at least some
potent Eastern
magic spell
to drive that faltering
wife back into
your arms
all-a-greedy, and
from other women, at last,
many a covert smile
but body aside
it’s the brain, your brain,
turned futile, gone
AWOL, that
we most
need to fix, with
poetry
I do think, poetry
best for this
sonnet before bedtime
and when
it comes to world
of smarts, a miracle soon
in sight
reversing the
ratio, restoring
the balance
between
supply and demand
(zero
supply, infinite demand)
poems 2 die for 