Susan really is that wonderful
I really am a geek
Wish her well, Ishmael
Sonnet 130 seek

              Ms. Meek

No one important
I get too tired
Talk to my sons
Sleep. Sleep.

Promises to keep.

I like to read of history
But I'm not nostalgic
European mystery
Ride a bus through town

So much of America is ugliness
I'll die and be forgotten
High School. Sweetly high school.
Off like a prom gown.

Weaknesses. Proclivities.
Trouble in my mind
55 and falling
I hope you treat me kind

No life after death
The years flow swiftly by
In gratitude for fatherhood
She makes me wanna cry

A little miso soup
A little pecan pie
A little poetry
The hummingbird does fly

                         Aye.

I really liked the traveling
Jerusalem, Japan
Quiet Copenhagen
In Oakland the E Street Band

55 and falling
Hang out with my sons
America, O Americans!
Please give up your guns

One eye on the ancient world
Two feet in bullet trains
Better a thimble of luck
Than a barrel full of brains

                   Toledo, Ohio
                   Toledo, Spain

Beauty perishes in life
But is immortal in art
I like Dash Incredible
Not Napoleon Blown Apart

No woman, No cry
New York City nights
La Florida the Land of Flowers
Gatsby's green light

Ring the bells that still can ring
Try, try again
There is no perfection
3710

                        And then ...

Reno, fondly Reno
Big blue sky
Sage Ridge School
Maybe Life of Pi

Some good thing
To do before I die
Something for my sons
Aye! Aye! Aye!