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Jerry

Three Score and More

I am a man of Biblical age

In these days a faint tonsure celebrates my head

The cold has numbed my bones

The children in the streets call me "Pops"

The next generation asks if I am OK

I guess it is the way I move

I leave a trail of footsteps and the mark of a cane

I am in trouble with a doctor

He is so young

I cannot abide his advice

I sit on an stainless steel exam table

A paper sheet to cover my exposed parts

I feel the coldness of his stethoscope on my chest

I inhale and exhale while he listens to my lungs

I try to stay still while he pokes me

I hope that my knee will jump

To the bang by his little hammer 

I try to read what he has written on my chart

I try to understand his jargon

I try to read the prescriptions he gives me

I do not want to get any the side effects

I wonder which is worse

My illness or them

I do not want to know how much time I have to live

I do not want to slow down

I want to eat anything and as much as I want

I want to smoke a pack a day

I want to stay up all night

I want to drink anything I want

I want to get a second opinion

I want to get as opinions as it takes to get what I want

I fear confirmation of the first diagnoses

I know that pain and wisdom are twins 

 

Use It Up

a scent of manure

over a vast green expanse

little is wasted

Another halku for lovers #5

on a very weak knee

one life asks for another

who will scrub the floors

A Little Story

The story is about

Four faint footsteps on a beach

A bluesy fog horn

A clear path to the water's edge

An ebbing tide leaving no traces

New Wave

no children playing

piles of trash at the curb

gangland battle ground

once a library

now a church soon a crack house

next a bare lot

no evidences of what stood there

until it becomes an archeologist's dig

boarded-up town houses

half-dressed young men loitering

inner city blues

unmaintained roadways

awaiting gentrification 

Dragon

Around the corner what awaits me

Will there the dragon's breath be

Will it illuminate the night

Scaring away fright

Singeing the cowardice in me

Will there an imprisoned damsel be

Will her countenance help me

To see the love, that is the rest of me