Monday, December 31, 2012

Sonnet 76 -- New Year's Already????

Another New Year…this one is quiet
People drink and laugh and blast a cheap horn
We pledge to write and get on that diet
We’ll forget we said it tomorrow morn
I leave Times Square to the young and the strong
No more adventures, I plan to survive
Sickness makes my aging life seem too long
I guess we had good years to be alive
We had the sex, the booze and rock and roll
I want to rest now and fuck the worry
Too much of failure has taken its toll
No fame or profit, just tell a story
And just try to enjoy my twenty thirteen
Happy for life, if you know what I mean

Friday, December 28, 2012

Sonnet 75 The Golden One

american memes and philosophies
tell us that we should dream and not accept
the time comes you know you won’t find the keys
and it’s thirty years since you should have leapt
even the young ones are finding doors closed
hungry people now are standing in line
and we all are feeling that we’ve been hosed
i can’t risk losing what little is mine
so accept the truth, you silly old crone
you won’t be discovered at sixty three
and that man won’t change and pick up the phone
thank the Gods for being well fed and free
we made our art and bedded some beauties
let’s laugh and forget ambition’s duties

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Sonnet 74 -- A Christmas Pudding

Not having children or starting careers
We had our chances and we walked away
Happiness will come if we face our fears
Beginnings are done and won’t start today
We finish the race and are summing up
There is wisdom in our stark survival
We no longer need to drink from the cup
I know I’m not the young woman’s rival
But we are experts in life’s challenges
And I, at least, have the time to reflect
We can teach them tactics and revenges
And end our lives with a touch of respect
Too late for fame or children or houses
We can still roar like lions not mouses

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Sonnet 73 quack said the fish

a pause to clean the glass, like it matters
there is nothing in life that will succeed
watching the world collapse as it shatters
no wealth or fame I didn’t even breed
get sick have tests cut you open survive
and why am I chosen to have enough
while better folks die I can stay alive
have a roof and a meal and too much stuff
but there will be no lover or award
can no longer swim as the waters rise
there is no relief miss boring is bored
the strength is leaving my sagging old thighs
my art was always close but no cigar
let those more talented stock the bazaar