The tap water isn’t cold enough, so bottled will have to do
The crickets and cicadas mock me for even having a mere thought of you
The cold sweat on my skin matches the love we used to feel
Shivering, damp, and innocent; can one say this was even real?

Only the dead, wrote Plato,
have seen the end of war

history repeats
same horrors as before

the ages rock n' roll
cosmic revolving door

all is vanity, says Qoheleth
yet we always yearn for more

                the making of many books
                     to the poets, I implore!

alone in the library again
         night basketball my meditation
                     eleven elevation...


                                 futurity.

I've seen a sunset shed rain
though blurry
beauty still escaped
through iridescence it fled
and as I turned away
a flood made of both liquid and light
drowned my perception of touch and sight

Hop in the van, we’re goin’ to the airport;
Special deal: no charge for baggage.
We’re goin’ to the beach to swim and sport!
Trip is cheap, we got a great package.

And while we swim, get into the Zone:
Enlightenment Now! That’s the Tone!
Swim in the sea by the beach in Long Island,
And Swim in the Ocean Of Bliss, the Highland.

Enlightment Now with Perfect Health and Immortality,
Delighted, Fulfilled, Enjoying Totality!
Delighted, Fulfilled, Enjoying Totality.

I curl my
           frame around  her,  
                all  arms and
           legs  and  I  can  feel
                   her heart
               fluttering  as  a
                  little bird's,
              frightened and
                      brave.

                     I kiss her
          and she  tastes  like  
                     oranges,
             fresh strawberries
                  and courage.

                      I smile at
               the   sun   in   her
                     baby  blue
                           eyes,
             lick  salt  from  her
                  tanned skin,
         for  the shore our bed,
              lapping waves our
                     spectators,
            soaking  us  until  she
                   curves her
              back  in  roaring
                         bliss!

                         I carry
                   her  over  the
                          moon
                   into the sun.
                                                            ­                       Jon York   2019

my role in this life with you
Is to make you happy memories