Sixty lives are all linked with thirty kidneys for survival.

Scientists are suggesting sweeping the skies clean

with a celestial broom…. A man has scuffed his shoe

(which was costly)on the sidewalk.  Women

dream of democracy, but the government

burns their children and there isn’t a shroud to see.

I am drinking tea and eating cookies,

it’s a Sunday afternoon, and almost time for

my nap, as my head nods and bobs again.

The world of foreclosures was falling off the page.

I felt as if I was fighting a judge… loosing the battle

my house falling into a ditch. And then the moat

opens into castle walls lined with red liveried men

draped in gold braids. And what magnificence (f/o me).

A postscript to my dream, my dream of a white stallion,

harnessed to hoof over the moors.

All our greatest presidents were lucky.

They inherited national crises.

All but one preferred a Nerdgasmic life

a life that can be supplemented

with a Gallup poll approval rating.

So late in the afternoon and already

a dog has been fed and walked down

the road to *** on a walnut tree.