a reluctant poet returns after a time
he chooses to type a lyrical rhyme
while all around him on corporate time
people hurry about scooping nickels and dime
—
one must write poetry from time to time
lest one lose practice in the art of rhyme
I could write better perhaps you want to chime
this poem aint good its a crime
—
so one breaks step and decides to go
takes a breath while typing fingers slow
trying to make sense yes or no
before the reader bolts out the door
i thought we were friends
thought we were going good
but now we are back again
staring cold eyes in a cold war begun
when you chose to stray from what you said
and now once again I have begun to be afraid
what friends we were have now sailed under the bridge
counting pennies hiding under the ridge
AI writes better poems than I do
I am down with covid but I will come for you
Love is a mirage but some mirages are true
A middle aged man types a ditty when he is blue
—
Is this life or is this just passing time
Is this a story or is one more mediocre rhyme
is this the way of the world now or is it worth a dime
Am I making sense now or am I committing a poetic crime
—
Now that most of my vent is spent and done
I am half ended before I half begun
Is this the life and are you having fun
Did you draw the cards and did you lose or won
what is the difference between death and sleep
one is shallow other is deep
one is one third a day the other forever keep
sleep has dreams death has none
sleep is fun but in death no one
sleep every night die only one time
end of line end of rhyme
I would
drink less
sleep more
afraid less
travel more
listen to more music
attend more concerts
attend less meetings
if born again
Poems for Kush 