Neck-deep in the business
of business,
only his head remains sleepless
in the dark of early mornings
to enlighten those
who sleep in, and spotlight
his peers who delight him.

His capital investment
is love and empathy;
he replenishes the funds spent
on an island of shelter,
the helter-skelter of Monday-Friday
a Distressway away.
North Country chair on the dock
over beckoning waves
sounding their Circe song,
drawing him to the bedrock
of peace
with himself and others.

Generous with his words
his head runneth over
and verses cascade down,
filling one from another
like a mountain of flutes
poured from a veritable jeroboam
of the muse's vintage.

Only love shows as he writes
doing the poetic hokey-pokey,
left foot in, left foot out.
He has turned my world around...
and that's what it's all about.

Algorithms mapping
Trapping our lives
Programmed
To wake up
And **** in the night
Lap tops
Coffee hot
Device
In your face
Take your *** to work
   You'll feel better at play...

Yet algorithms
Can never hold
The opus of
The living soul...

The restless heart
A reverse polarity
When poetry's written
At a quarter to three

And so....
No thank you
Computer
I'm begging you please
Don't let the algorithms
  Choose the Daily!!!

~for Pradip~

these words,
a blessing bestowed
upon me, by you,
about us

say kiss me write love me
for all the contextual hints that lie
within and between them ~
"gloriously adhesive"

a monument to our five years
of living together,
the friction of our grip upon each other,
under one roof, in a land of
no matter
what the language,
what the alphabet,
we are the prime,
a living example,
of the human~poem,

our glorious adhesion!




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from only love poetry,
I rename you here,
only love Pradip

8/25/17
6:40PM