Awakens and
rises from his recliner.

Peels off diaper, ******
a bronze-orange  stream.

Drinks Sanka with cream,
eats two Little Debbie cakes.

Views MSNBC from 7 a.m.-noon,
consumes a can of tuna and glass of milk.

Sleeps  from 12:30-4: 00 p.m., television drones,
supper—a bowl of oatmeal and an onion sandwich.

Tapes on a new diaper, watches MSNBC at 4:30 p.m.,
falls asleep, he is 87 years and four months old, lives alone.

Our lives are pregnant with insignificance.  
Things like--pecker gnats and Chihuahuas,

fake bronze menorahs,  white t-shirts,
and plastic daffodils.  Good Mental

health demands we balance life’s  trivial
with significant concerns, such as--cost-free

drugs to feel less bad, dealing with suicidal
people who find homicide intriguing, predicting

a python’s hunger pangs and the why, of
Saturn’s four rings;  the wise know the difference.

The scent of your breath across
the horizon of my sternum

& the pull & clench beneath,
is tectonic; white birds
rise & fly, die
& descend.

The feeling was the start of it all
When you would walk right by me  
I could hear you pleading
Through your energy
I could hear the whisper in your voice
Saying that you love me
I could feel you'll never let go
Especially when you hug me
I can tell how honest you are
Right through those eyes
I can see your flaws
Under your disguise
I can hear all your dreams
When you peacefully sleep
I can tell you now
You are one to keep
I can vision our future
Your heart along with mine
I would walk miles
Through distance and time
I will love you endlessly
As I've never loved before
Because my real love wasn't alive
Until it felt yours.