Tragic

Forgotten the daily solitaireNow the 21 day streakis lost foreverIt doesn’t getany worse than that April 22, 2025 SGL Brunswick, ME

Beard

Grandson running his hand   over the stubble ofMy closely shorn gray beard I was once 21  six years later I was 27 A lot happened, back thenSometimes, InsomniacalI count up from my earliest     memories 3 years old and the    Honeydew bridgeWashing away behind   the Mercury wagonThe last car over the river   It starts there       my memories Yes,…

Grin and Bare it

Seasoned rhymes all wrong There, over there is the discharged soulsThey eat what’s left behind corpses nowHorses livers raw, odorous awful, rare Our lost desires swirled in the glare False colorsQuaker Shaker into the pouring light fakerAll are washed in the blood of the lamb, setting polished sun of night as Banjos begin to twangAll…