December 29, 2007
December 27, 2007
December 24, 2007
Let’s work backwards:
First, I will miss him just sitting in his chair
content to smile as if he had no needs –
connected by spirit, happy to be.
I will miss the shuffle of his brave feet
planting the walker ahead like an ice axe;
climbing mountains we could not see.
I will miss him presiding above the fondue
a sorcerer in candle light,
stirring up batches of yuletide glee.
I will miss him saying grace at the helm
from which he would love, work, and lead
a life of no regret – a life of family.
December 21, 2007
Put yourself on the cover
of every issue.
Name it after you.
Live in a mansion
with fourteen bathrooms
and only two asses.
Build an exclusive school
amidst great need –
create clones of yourself.
Go orgasmic over
as if they bring happiness.