"In Memory" It seems like yesterday today is far away and tomorrow always comes. Suddenly, I become a middle-aged man dressed up at the funeral of another middle-aged man, five years and a casket separates us. ... It's just like a bad dream ... This man hired me twenty odd years ago and now here I stand and there he rests, us, one last time in a room filled with mourners. Never mind, his hair has turned gray, complexion is pale and blue finger-tips this is not how I choose to remember; -twenty-five forever- he would often say, the autumn sun races the lazy crows long before a hint of winter. I see him standing by the lake bending over to see his own reflection, twenty-five again and this time forever. "legally yours" a memorandum of record. to john q. schmidt, from the Man, regarding soul. you have a tentative reservation for the first week in July 2020 (if you want a confrontation, please advise.) we have several openings that week with one exception the fourth is booked solid (holiday rates) but the weekend looks very good. we also need to discuss and decide your method of demise. call 1-800-SOUL for further information or if there are any questions. remember all contracts are legally and socially binding except for those subject to approval from a higher authority. we prefer blue ink, the blood thing is out of style and of course we validate parking. "Only so many" in this summer heat early morning sweat in this country of missing fathers I am waiting for discovery .........for a sign something to base existence on. The babies have all been born and I am at another crossroad .........another direction from which to choose starving dogs hunt my street for scraps of humanity. Before me is the final poem in the last book of poetry and I never wanted to write it never wanted to read it never wanted to believe it would ever end. There are so many poems I hope to write hope to read so many, only so many. Main Page This site sponsered by