Hm

As a dissolute cynic, I must say, I make a damn fine pot of chili. Want some? Come on over. Please don’t kill someone first.

Happy VD

To all my Valentines (you know who you are!):
Roses are red
So are other red things
Poetry is hard
So is love.

Capoeira

Waterways
Notice how you are in the world without being alone.
You were not born to die immediately.
The past accumulates like a crust.
Murder it
Like an enemy.
Have a big big swig of now blood.
Shoot it in the head,
Pin a note to his chest,
Write what you want.
Dump it in the river.
I know that it sounds like advice,
But it is instruction
Which you have ordered,
Paid for,
And I have worked
To deliver.

Death in the marketplace.
Or expire in a yellow crock.
Makes no matter,
I have been 32 for 50 years.
Ears of velvet.
That’s what happens happens when you don’t die.

Your Wetness

I fell in love early.
Several times.
It’s like drowning.
Then you learn to swim.
What are you doing later?
Let’s have tea.

That era ending

Most of my heroes are musicians, and they’ve been dropping like goddam flies lately. More so than usual. Many good ones often check out early, so you ‘kinda’ get used to it. You grow up and live your life and get comfortable hearing their music, looking forward to more, then BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, your upstairs neighbor, Mortality…Jack Mortality, I think his name is, starts stomping around, making it hard to sleep.
RIP Maurice White, you’re a Shining Star.