come on little moon
come down
don't let me sleep alone
rest your soul beside me
please be my one-night-remedy
fix my pain and sorrow
then just leave me tomorrow

Towers of steel and glass melt away and fade into history. The land of the free is not so free after all. Making a phone call has become an act of suspicion. When did our nation fall? What made us great has been undone, regulations and restrictions are placed on free speech. The right to agree to disagree has been replaced with interrogations and political correctness. Why can't I just say what I feel? America once was a melting *** ,now it must melts into oblivion. The courage that once made the nation feared by its enemies has been replaced by complacency and apathy. No enemy has harmed us from without, it is the fires from with in that bring us down. Social division and strife have erupted into fires of censorship and persecution that are leading to the burning of America from within.

rattling prattlers straddling the erector set
injecting discontent in unarmed encampments
antagonizingly protagonisic double fister
resists the insistent reminiscers lists
of misplaced catfish….
switching grisly wrists braces
the faceless rapists playlists
include only pop hits from 1996….
You finish this  --

My 8 track tape is now a museum piece, **** carpet is a health hazard now. No one knows what disco is, and bell bottoms are back in style. Life revolves in a circle. Some things that were old are new. Once I could read the album print, not I need glasses to see the news. I have slowed down as of late, a trampoline is an enemy of the state. If I am not 30 minutes early, then I consider myself to be late. Everyone is driving too fast, and music is now too loud. I'm not sure what blue tooth is, I think I will ask my doctor the next time my yearly check up comes around. I hear about mp3 but I am not sure what movie rating that is. Jokes I still think are funny, just annoy and embarrass  my grand kids. Loafers are fashionable and I don't have to bend over and tie my shoes. Elastic in my pants is welcome when ever I want to breathe. I seldom have time to watch t.v. since I spend all day watching what I  eat. I have come to a fore drawn conclusion that I must admit, I am old I think.

When the night is still,
She comes,
Licks the nib
And spits her words
Upon my pages.
I wake to read thoughts
I didn't know I had
But the writing
Reads like a mirror.
With shaking hands
I tear the treacherous paper.
Words born of wine
And what is best left buried.
The mirror me waits.
***** in hand.
Nothing stays buried forever.