Kirk was a flirt.
Bones could clone.
Scotty liked scotch.
Chekov goofed off.
Sulu, he flew.
Uhura went further.
Chapel would coddle.
But
SPOCK,
He
ROCKED.

So I read the mystics
Learned a thing or two
Transmigration
Kabbalistic Jews

I miss my mom
Live mostly alone
No computer
Little black cell phone

Tired. Tired.
Endless Night.
Exoplanets
Two green lights.

  Mr. Spock kite

51 years old
What then have I learned?

Philosophy begins in wonder
Nice guys do get burned

Women are mysterious
But also ordinary

Music is delirious
Chartres Cathedral, Mother Mary

Buddhamind in Bangkok
Silent in the night

My skin is actually brown
Though here they call me white

Poetry is pleasure
Susan Meek would deep delight

Wendy is a wonder
Didn't quite work out
right

Marriage is agonia
Confusion and long fights

My boys are my 3 joys
Dear Soren, not Sein und Zeit

Live Long and Prosper.
My Mr. Spock Kite!

America is Ignorance
Ignorance with nuclear weapons
I take a little walk
Lonely in the night

The Shinkansen was quiet
Edamame, miso soup
Deer park in Nara
Manga - but I don't buy it

Moon aglow tonight
Round, yellow, full
Mexico City
Sor Juana's mystic flight

      My Mr. Spock kite

I don't think the dream
Is likely to happen again

Something about Charlotte
And our situation then

This world is endless change
Some thus practice Zen

I play basketball
And write with my blue pen

Mr. Spock
Not Kylo Ren

I like to write from peace at times
Just little ones, gently now
Happy to be off work
Monastic silent vow

Fatherhood is gratitude
I'll see him Tuesday night
Susan really is that wonderful
Gatsby believed in the green light

             My Mr. Spock kite

Guilt for my sins, faults, failings
Anxiety when I'm really ailing

Fighting my own self
Civil War in my soul

Fragmented and broken
Yet yearning to be whole

Grateful for my boys at play
The beauty blue twilight

Still wish to do some good thing
Before the fall of Endless Night

         Childhood memories
          My Mr. Spock kite!

No moralism left tonight
And no mystic flight
Just awake at 12:07

And still compelled to write

            My Mr. Spock kite!

A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved. Except in memory. Live long and prosper.

            - Leonard Nimoy's final tweet

I don't want a Theory of Everything
This world is vastly too complex
Just please places to make my stand
For this life and the next

Celtic Cross on Franklin Street
Guadalupe dressed in green
David Markson's mystery books
Andrew Clements' Things Not Seen

St. Stephansdom in snow
Bangkok temple silent night
Taipei 101
My childhood Mr. Spock kite

Little Richmond shoe store
Mr. Poe in Richmond too
Als Ick Kan in Staunton
The best that I can do

          LLAP. Be true.