What if I saved your life?

I went back to save his but it was for you

Effecting his, true

Over 100 years and you’re still here

Carrying this secret

I was able to go back and stop you

Change impulsive emotional state

How would I have changed time though?


To consider another fate


Would you have vanished from your hospital bed in front of her eyes?

Our friend the curator

After revealing what you’d done

Or would you not have lived here at all?

But elsewhere

Would you have left anyway but not changed your name?

No secrets to keep

A woman’s emotions beware


Let’s think


In a fit of passion you hated him

So unkind his words

Well not what you wanted to hear anyway

You shot him or would have

If your father missed with his pistol

Instead I stopped you

Alive he stayed

In my own time I would no longer remain


Or would I as old as you


What happens next?

Of this secret you’re free

Perhaps you just rested in peace

On your final day

As time changed you smiled

Exhaled relief

At the end of the movie it didn’t say

Maybe the book would give it away



Night Cap




Things that have occurred to me

On this day of reflection

Why did it turn out this way?

Can’t really say

That Descartes is an eternal nag

Reading his Meditations

Aren’t they supposed to be quiet?

Socrates can’t argue to save his life

I read over the Apology

It’s a good thing there were no guns then

Silence would have been golden

Plato could say

Or did he?




Read over father’s day wishes

Saw an interesting twist

For the one never there

Classic photographs with kids

Shots of clouds sigh

We’ll see you again

Speaking of which

Saw a movie today

About a big bad wolf

Targeting college students

Walked fine on hairy legs

Growled sarcasm too

Little pig little pig let me in


How’s that for a change


Watched Ocean’s 11 perfect crime

Leaving everyone deep in thought

Irony or a lesson taught

How to do it better next time

Have all those actors passed?

Midnight wanes on

Fatigue sets in

Just enough to settle down

Good night then



Simply Trippy




Visions from the corner of my eye

This way then that

Then vanished never there

A recurring dream, recurring at all different times

My friend it remains


I see


A far off place and a little man at my side

Surrounded by the rich the famous

Could this be?

We check into a room with quite a view

A place of such elegance good music good food

Plenty to do

They insist to be friends and an honor t’would but

We’re not rich

Certainly not known

By comparison below poverty is my home

Why talk to me

A wonderment most definitely


Little ones play as company surrounds

Not alone any more as company abounds

Weakened tired mind little man fades

Shall we head back?

Take a rest?

Catch a glimpse again

But now it’s trails on a chest

A chest of drawers, is something there

Look close they’re gone

Unsafe dread, wrong feeling grips

From where, from whence?

Get out now disrespect someone else

I command

Toy with another unkind like you

Little man I want around

Where is he?

No harm will come is most important to me

I see him close by my relief as I sighed


What they would want it just couldn’t be


But who?


It began to dissolve as heads dropped in shame

Those visions I see




Isn’t it?

Children stopped laughing images cleared away

Alone were we in an elegant place

Good music good food, plenty to do

On my guard I will keep us from deceit

Safe here at least

My concern, who’s the beast?



Not All That As Magazines Go




Reading a ‘high end’ magazine one day I got quite a surprise


You see originally


I had something else written and I thought it too risqué, I mean it invites contributions from readers so being conscientious is definitely the way, until I read a painfully long piece of prose about ankles, ankles in boots and I stopped reading, stunned, thinking, “That can’t be what they want… did this guy know someone…” they’re more reserved than this, call themselves upscale but maybe it’s underlying…


This should be acceptable then


My Father is dying, Dad, wasting away

Now at 125 he’s developed so much the doctors can’t keep track

He’d be on my unit if I were still in medical, Skilled Nursing, with a family of multiple train wrecks that in this short time typing these few words down to 100, maybe less

We stopped getting along a while ago, he couldn’t make me anymore and I thought, “What will I do when you’re not here for me to be mad at”

A crazy thought I guess born from impending loss could be

There can never be another, you’re one who’s unique, there’ll never be another you


And that made me think


It was that song you taught couples to sing at meetings to convince them they should stay married and for what

They found they don’t like each other anyway and they know, well they knew “I know I’ll never find another you”

Shouldn’t have found you in the first place – ha – mutual feelings setting one free

We, together, don’t want to find another you, each other, what are you doing here with me


Which was nothing like what counselors and clergy wanted anyone to think


But this is nothing like reading about ankles in boots

So if you’re not around who now, who will fill those shoes tell me who will it be to cause me to be taken aback though I shouldn’t be surprised

Who will others use to be better than who I portray, holier than me on any given day?

It’s been a long hard road this life we’ve had and I can’t get distance enough


The world’s just too small a place


But I know I’ll never come across someone like you in the most euphemistic way, you know polite sarcasm gone astray

If we weren’t so alike I’d be free but I’ll never find another you because a picture of you is a picture of me


“I never knew someone who hated a parent” I’d heard it said

Unnecessary to look inside myself I knew I’d never hated, knowledge so unfair, I could be surprised and hurt but not for one second was love ever gone, just not there

Nor for less than a second, a fraction so small, you might not have made it I’d thought, now that you’ve passed


But you never needed me


We don’t need anyone to make our journey you see the design was quite grand, is and always will be

I crossed the Plain of Lethe and drank deep from Mnemosyne

I knew I accepted

I was sent back by something greater than us both

Oh you know it’s said we choose the path

A creator of a masterful plan

Nothing mystical really, it had always been clear

No retrospect would inspire nor dictate another way

I know I am who I am and of that truth I will never let go



So they should’ve published my piece, no?



Not a Tribute, Just Beginners English


My students wanted to read Rehab, my head hurt I said, oh, oh, oh

Her language is crass, it’s London slang, they said so, so, so

We really think she’s so fly, we’d like to give it a try

My students wanted to read Rehab I conceeded to give it a go


So we all started to read Rehab and they said “Whoa I don’t know

Can we say these things speaking to our friends”, I said no it won’t flow

You might think comprehension has died, but don’t worry at least you tried

Her language is drug and alcohol laced, it’s vocabulary you won’t know


A conclusion they drew

Clever students so true

Was glad to be a part of their show


Since she refused to get to rehab she’s not here no mo

Her daddy grieves, fans are non too pleased, no more concerts to go

Taking time to take care of yourself, that’s where’s the greatest wealth

She passed away, she kept going astray, we say “Girl we tried to tell you so”


That stuff’s no good

Stay away you should

We miss you so, so, so









Steaming up the windows

Stick shift not in my way

Not this time

Cutting a slice of angel cake

Is one way to say it

How long has it been since those days

I dare not say or should I

Never enough room

Did we need it becoming one

Our eyes eating each other alive

Never mind any other move

No one else in the world

Except those who stood outside


Then that knock

On the window it came

We didn’t yet

Oops I was on the keys

Push them through a hairline crack

The window, you know, we had to open it just so

Feel a slight cool breeze


Feel a slight cool breath

Now leave us would you

Where were we…


Oh yes