Poems

Purpose

To care about something regardless of death -

Poetry, music, a person -

Time will uproot it and blow it away,

Like a wind – that is gentle and mild.

In graveyards and churchyards since heaven began,

How many trees begun rotting

Or finished and gone lie on barrows completed -

The aims and the loves of the souls?

9-19-13

9/6

George moved out the 6^th -

The day that I was born.

I mean it was my birthday.

I'm happier alone.

I've never met a person

But an impediment

Living in a house with him,

Clumsy, suffocating.

An Indian named Jay

(From India itself)

Lived a floor below me.

We visited each night.

My one successful friendship,

Peaceful and platonic,

Happy in New Jersey.

He left. I went insane.

9-19-13

 

Kitty

Kitty (our tuxedo cat) -

The first cat that we bought -

You picked him out – I named him -

Some seven years ago.

Something changed his thinking.

Like me, he is afraid.

After years of living here,

He chose me for a friend.

He irritates me viciously.

I shoved him to the floor.

Tenaciously he stayed my cat.

He will not go away.

And if I pat his bottom

To get some moving room,

He turns around in circles

And lies back where he was.

Remorse and guilt are killing me.

He's crazy and unloved,

Just like me. One difference -

I WILL go away.

9-19-13

 

Hope

A solitary poet

With four cats in a house

Writes verse. Few people read it.

His destiny is doom.

Anonymous forever

From birth through life to death -

It often overcomes him,

But never quite completely.

No one has a future

Once the knell has rung.

To make an ass of death and live

A single year beyond it!

9-19-13

 

Patterns

Ever since I was a boy,

My bedroom painted black,

I've hated other people's things

In my sanctuary.

Selfish as a troglodyte

Who dwells beside the sea

In a cave and loves to listen

To the coming waves.

The sea's a repetitious thing.

All the earth's redundant.

War and death. Since life began,

Blood was always red.

9-19-13