We tend to linger longer on old photos
Of when we were together
We were younger then...

Partners in crime, no bitter end.
“Besties” you had said—back then,
when we had painted the town red...

(Sorrow is a prison,
Forgiveness, a skeleton key.)

Wisdom is ageless, a verdant tree
Atop the highest peak.
No words, rising above it all.

My overweight little old dog

Nudges my cheeks

Out of sleep

Waking me

In a way Telling me

He's about to **** the house!

Quickly now I take him out

To the Front patch of lawn

Now frigging covered in freezing snow

The early morning storm, winter-silent

The sky thick-grey with flurrying

Falling snow

****! It's really coming down

Hard

To believe, almost apocalyptic

Snow in Sin City!

Someone tell Trump this is "Global Warming”

A desert dressed in glowing snow.

MEGA-man! & The s i c k l y  WORLD!

“Who survives?!”

Each other’s exhalations.

I am lightning and loudest thunder

A roaring lion, the fearless wonder, child

Soaring above It, becoming sky

All back to One, see then the light,

My third eye blind made merely mortal

To be torn asunder, all flesh will die

In cold coils of pitch portals Under

Yet my Sol will surely fly on high...

Made of lightning and loudest thunder.

Mountainous misgivings murderous

Intentions mass ineptitude, cold snap, G 6 7 8

Landslides not inside you but surprise! no truth...

In Death Throes, fracking wildfires hurricane “May”

Ennui experience the “day” toward poisons, blight,

Unbelief grief until antithesis snow globes night.