Damnit! I binged
again II day
IV life was hard
and so I
VIII my stress away.
O why do I so of X gorge?
Since turning XL
I’ve been extra large.
math & numbers
Sugar shock
my willpower has become
a fraction of what it was—
my sweet tooth is now
much greater than my resolve—
and the laboratory reports
that my blood glucose
no longer measures in
milligrams per deciliter—
but in sugar cubes squared
Immeasurable
Even hundredfold grief is divisible by love.
Counting up
First four decades time’s a hero
Then stops suddenly all the fun
Forty arrives a stranger new
But life is like a grand old tree
Strong yet flexible at the core
Roots ever deepen to stay alive
At this age there’s no real fix
Just patches is all, ’til heaven
Although it still be not too late
So let the autumn soul shine
Breathe and let thy life go zen
Self-expression
in the desert southwest
doves call themselves out
and say their own names
in self-identifying syllables —
two in “ink-uh” of the little inca
eurasian’s 3-noted “you-ray-zhun”
four of the “white-wingèd dove”
and the unmistakable five notes
of the song “mourning dove i am”
To Kopke & Ashley
I like odd numbers — and the odder, the better.
2int0x1c4t3d
The first glass is a sedative, the second a psychologist, the third glass an excuse, and the fourth a lobotomy.
Let’s have six
just 1 dance
just 1 kiss
just 1 brush
against my lips
2 brown eyes
gazing into mine
2 strong arms
holding me tight
3 little words
whispered in my ear
a little 4 play
5 minutes or so
the rest of the calculation
I’m sure you know!