Jesus was mythologized
Because of the way he died.

George W. was exposed
Because of the way he lied.

The comfort when the headache flees
Relief, pleasure, relief

The mother told her son the priest
For God sake kid, be brief!

I remember a long ago guard
His name was Sidney Moncrief

Gonna ride those slow go ferry boats
Yo Seattle! You're my chief.

Tokyo train
Kyoto rain
     wed

I was in Japan for 2 weeks
Continually amazed
Tokyo to Kyoto
Arigato, Rieko. Much thanks.

I like miso soup
Cucumber sushi rolls
Teriyaki salmon
No need to send in the tanks

                      transience

I was in Japan for 2 weeks
Amazement, rolling wonder
Arigato, Rieko
Thank you very much

Life is solitude
A kind of isolation
Do we meet, Easy Street?
Meet but do not touch

Miso soup
Verdi cries
Religions
Without a crutch

               And such ...

So I die unknown
That's ok with me

I couldn't handle fame
Too shy for publicity

Do I die alone?
We will have to see

Do I die in You?
Will You live in me?

  1 and 1 makes 3.

I'm not a saint
I sometimes wish I was, but I'm not
3 hopes for Ry
3 hopes for Scott

Very far from home
Temples at Angkor Wat
Bangkok in the rain
Thanks a lot.

When he leaves, the sadness returns
Fatherhood from a distance
52 and solo
My poems my resistance

Life doesn't proceed as planned
Time is the Cross
Time is also our only chance
Bruce Springsteen is the Boss

Concert in Louisville
My brother and my sons
Mark Rothko chapel
I'm the lonely one

Agony with women
I'll probably die alone
I think I've gone soul swimmin'
The Whale! The mail! Oh Rome!

I've followed Cornel West for 30 years
Amazed he's gonna run
Taxis home at night
From Taipei 101

I don't believe in abortion
Which is why I have 3 sons
Don't believe in the American Empire
Don't believe in American guns

Do believe in Susan Meek
Land of the Midnight Sun
Do believe in basketball
Un pequito fun

                  Hoopin'!

1:37 and I'm awake
Crickets chirp cheep cheep

Facebook for family friends
I took a little leap

Ordinary life
A few days, then we die

Crickets sing to bring
Yo know don't know why

       Aye! Aye! Aye!

3 young sons
Gratitude
Slowly forward
Day by day

China Ocean
Tasty food
3 young sons
Si. Xie Xie.

3 is the magic number
So is 37
So is 72
Bert be home Blyleven

I'll die and be forgotten
Thus it comes to pass
Dublin meant to be
She was a grand wee lass

Snowfall shunyata
Please protect my sons
3333
Taipei 101

Tidal pools in Monterrey
Som tam, Thai iced tea
Shamanistic mystic
Apart - xie xie ni

       Beauty Baltic Sea

                     T

Not to be born is best, said Sophocles
But, of course, he had 3 sons

So do I ye nay sayers
They are my darling ones

The depression comes; I lie in bed.
I sleep away the days

This life is an Absurdity
Relentlessly the maze

But still I call my growing boys
Their voices give me hope

Only silence is my theology
But I like this Francis Pope

O my sons! my sons!
Help me endure and cope.

I can set religion aside
Just live daily life
Grateful for my sons
Fearful for my wife

Quiet little room
Sleep, waking, sleep
In but out of the USA
Dreaming of the deep

Nothing lasts forever
Even the pain will fade
Help me appreciate
Basketball gets played

Help me be not afraid.

My whole adult life: depression
Two women not my wife: confession

                      Madness!

3 street tacos
Maryland in snow
3 young sons
Hidey hidey hidey **!

Music, movies, books
Silent is the Way
Encounters with Chinese Hermits
Basketball to play

Susan Darlene Meek
Loveliness, it's true
Wavy black hair
Eyes of midnight blue

                JMU!

So I was given the Death Obsession
What a gift for me!
Haven't died quite yet
My children number 3

Who then devised the Torment?
Eliot says it was Love
That ain't clear to me yet
But I give thanks for Andy Dove

I do pray for the animals
Black birds soar above
Huskies on my walk
I got a left hand baseball glove

Amazed by David Markson
A Solitary Man was he
Patientia
Ry and the Rowan tree

     Nashville. Knoxville. Oui.

I know I'm ridiculous
Bipolar, obsessed, lost
Hemingway, Eliot, Melville
Poe, Emily, Frost

Grateful for good sleep
Talk with my son
Cranberry juice with lime
History 101

Don't believe in politics
Or newspapers. Or Donald Trump.
France for 2 weeks
Michelle Obama fist bump

Tired. Sad. Tired.
Wishing she was here
Drifting toward death
I drive. You steer.

           3 beautiful deer

Just a few poems
Doesn't amount to much

Often fairy tales
Nothing you can touch

I sleep again till 3
A little window light

I dreamt of Fr. Greeley
A man of much insight

               Tucson Train!

Talked with all 3 tonight
              xie xie ni
             fatherhood

When the anxiety comes
Patience

When the memories come
Asians

Fight not yet over
Newman Center, UNC

Sunt lacrimae rerum
But she wished joy to me

                  3.

Thank you for reading, dear reader
My mind bleeds in words
Night has come again
I don't think she heard

Seattle ferryboats
Rockets to Europa
I do have despair
I mean not much hopa

Licorice tonight
Tacos for lunch tomorrow
The world is sweetly sad
The beauty. The pain. The sorrow.

My father was a flyer
Sometimes so am I
It ain't over yet, mom
Please help Scott and Ry

Probably it's China
Dim Sum in Hong Kong
Me and Mason Nation
Mr. Harry Wong

Probably it's China
Won ton soup for me
Taxis in Taipei
We say xie xie ni

The Tao is speechless silent
She leaves a recipe
We watch the Wizards game
He plays destiny

          ****. Chang. Li.

*** and death and death and God
Yes I am obsessed and my name is Todd

Beach Boys on my stereo
My life more than a little odd

Fear is an oppression
Got to fight it back

Silent meditation
Bangkok. Taipei. Seattle my destination.

America is so sick
Virus, shootings, wars

Pornographic politics
Pornographic ******

I am not a saint
I sometimes settle scores

I am still a point guard
From my passes you'll get yours

                      3!

There is now
No good news

Virus running wild


All we do
Is choose

Try to protect our child


Human life
Is short

Filled with misery

I'm on
The basketball court

The glowing moon I see

3.

I'm no runnin' rebel
I sleep late and long
Iraq had no WMD
The American right so wrong

I told her that I love her
Took me 30 years
All these missed appointments
Tears in the fears

               loved ones dear

Reading of Notre Dame
The cathedral is restored
Paris on my honeymoon
Walking the City of Light

Maryland is boring
Ordinary days
Vegetarian tacos
Waking in the night

Chinese food yesterday
A little won ton soup
Encounters with Daoist Hermits
A little Dragonflight

Christmas gifts for my sons
Taipei 101
Springsteen's She's the One
3000? Outta Sight.

modern times madness
         hidden places
            egressivity

I'm close to the Gnostics at times
Know the Gospel of Thomas
Believe Jesus was gay
But I don't wanna be one

I believe in faith
Have read Things Not Seen
My Irish eyes are green
Pray Thy will be done

Hagia Sophia
Asian Mother Mary
I've known the unusual
But revere the ordinary

So much rain today
Wordle from my dad
Sad
Grey

          Water Way

I'm close to the Gnostics at times
Know the Gospel of Thomas
Believe Jesus was gay
But I don't wanna be one

I believe in faith
Have read Things Not Seen
My Irish eyes are green
Pray Thy will be done

Hagia Sophia
Asian Mother Mary
I've known the unusual
But revere the ordinary

So much rain today
Wordle from my dad
Sad
Grey

          Water Way

The stillness of the shadows
Of the blinds upon the wall

Stillness.
Still is all.

Lonely hotel room
  Little cell phone
Snowfall shunyata

Chicago, New York, DC
But I'll take Seattle
Seattle quietly

                3033

53 and falling
Not one step closer
Rain all day today
Ice upon the trees

Not much hope
I'm kinda ridiculous
Wishes that don't come true
Please, baby, please

I wish you well, Mr. Keillor
The Writer's Almanac is wonderful
America is not chosen
I ponder cosmic seas

Trappist 1, my sons
Extrasolar water
Please protect her daughters
My life one long disease

      But good things come in 3s

53 and falling
Not one step closer
Rain all day today
Ice upon the trees

Not much hope
I'm kinda ridiculous
Wishes that don't come true
Please, baby, please

I wish you well, Mr. Keillor
The Writer's Almanac is wonderful
America is not chosen
I ponder cosmic seas

Trappist 1, my sons
Extrasolar water
Please protect her daughters
My life one long disease

      But good things come in 3s

Alas, I have despair
Wish I did not but I do
Super Superstitious
Souped up 72

I keep on writing because ...
Reno Rendezvous
Fall is 37
37 is mystic view

        Krakow crew

Dreaming of Chinese Hermits
                 Taiwan
                Red Pine

3:07 p.m.
I'm tired but I'm grateful

I remember Copenhagen
Kierkegaard on the map

She wished me abundant joy
I won't see her like Regine

But those words
Ah! Indeed gave me a Zap!

Grateful for the calm
Grateful for the walk

Very nearly goalless
I would like to talk

Then slip away
Deer appear at night

My boys in Europe's trains
She and I in flight

          She and I delight

I think I know what they
Will say
The intellectuals and professors

They see through everything
Except how they themselves
Are the aggressors

Elitism is a foolish thing
Even if you love to learn

Better to bring your bookishness
To the troubles that boil and
                       burn

They don't believe in gods or God
Just like they don't believe in
                      fairies

No need to convince them
Is there, Mother Mary?

What dreams indeed may come
When we enter and leave
          The large library?

And what are those sightings
In the sky all light and airy?

         Wondrous Strange?
          Wondrous Scary?

Sometimes psychosis is breakdown
Sometimes break on through
54 and falling
What then must we do?

French onion soup
Pondicherry Zoo
Mister Meister Eckhart
Comin' home to you

               3122

Mt. Athos has no women
Except for Mother Mary

If in the Night your swimmin'
Things can get quite scary

I'm awake again
The clock now says 3:12

Our Word is Our Weapon
Now upon my shelves
  
  (plus Tolkien's elves)

It's 3:12 a.m and I'm awake
Peaceful in the night

Crickets chirping, no cake to bake
Feeling fond for flight

In the Flux a little calm
Please this train my wife

I reach out to Alex
Eckhart, not Sein und Zeit.

      Patientia por favor

3:13
Ah! the Emerald Island green

But now I'm far away
No pubs and songs today

My grandma Marie
I wish that she could see

The beauty of my three
And my mother still with me

3:13, 3:13
I drink another Coke

The despair returns; I hideaway
I hear no funny joke

Solitude is tiring
Company is strain

I sleeplonglate, fear for Fate
Buzzing in my brain

             She's insane!

The professors can't write
Awake again
In the middle of the night

              Sein und Zeit

The limits of my language
Are the limits of my world
Patientia
Silence. Xie Xie ni.

Santa Rosa son
Taipei in the rain
Fairfax - fly to Bangkok
Seattle: Sanuk Di!

        313233

The religious conservatives are lost lost lost!
You can't go back
Gotta go forward against the wind

The future is space
Alien race?
Extrasolar water? Cosmic wind?

Avatar tonight
I have never been to India
But in Charlotte - India came to me.

Chana Masala
Subramania Bharati
Arthur Edens sets Shiva free

                313233