Poems

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The Missing Piece

In three years I'll be 70.

I did not expect it.

My wish was to be published

And on somebody's shelf.

Whether that will happen,

I've another wish,

Not to love a little bit

And slander all the rest,

But with a feel for what is good,

To like my poesy.

7-11-12

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Guilt

I am cold. My mother was.

I do not love. Our kitten does.

As does our kitten's friend, a cat

That's getting older, gotten fat.

Remorse and great regret he feels

For the wrongs that cloud his past.

The one he loves just lies and steals.

It won't be said that she went last.

A giant nation of tattoos!

Guilt will not wash off in baths.

Deities abound, but whose

Will bless this world of psychopaths?

I hurt two men. I hurt them deep.

And others more impulsively.

Nonetheless I go to sleep,

As though I were completely free.

6-21-13

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Guilt

Repulsive people get rejected.

Who can help them not to be
Repulsive? They are just rejected

To the bottom of the sea.

Frequently they turn to Jesus

For the friendship of a lie.

I know two who killed themselves.

Did their old rejecters cry?

How can someone not reject them?

Embrace a sad repulsive man

And pretend it's very pleasant,

Bound to hug him once again.

7-11-13

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Truth

Honesty is truth. I always thought it.

Truth is simply saying what you see.

That's why Christians fall into a muddle.

Kick a rock a watch the beetles flee.

Deeply in a shadow all alone

Concentrate and think the puzzle through.

Conjure a solution that makes sense.

Making sense does not affirm it's true.

7-11-13

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Truth

Only god and nature know

Who her babies' fathers are.

I can say it in a poem,

Almost everything I think.

Though my verse is not poetic

And identities are veiled,

Only Jacqui Schiff was wholly

Open, and she's buried now.

7-3-13