Today

Let’s see now
Have all the boxes been unpacked and everything stored away ?
Is everything in its rightful place ?
Have You fingered out the best routes to take to handle Your biz
And get around all the tour buses in Your way ?
When You do not wish to cook
Have You identified the best priced, most convenient buffet ?

Have You had the time to meet at least one neighbor ?
Have You decided when You will use Your multiple skill set and continue to share the deep uniqueness of Your labors ?

You am so lucky to have a partner in Your life
Say ‘ Hi ’ to Mister – from vY

Please continue to pray for Me and with Me
I have asked the Lord God for a sign
The answer may be more for You
The next time You waltz thru a casino
Put a quarter on the roulette wheel – number 29

Have You set up a new interweb handle
With a new address and new name ?
Though communication is still possible thru the miles
Neither Burbank nor I will ever be the same

And now for Page 2 and a bit more ado

Yes, I know we did not ‘ hang out ’ so to speak
But You were and are instrumental in the life of an intractable old man like Me
I often sit lost in dreaming on the third floor of this building with a great southern view
While You are not really gone and un-contactable, I miss You

The beautiful nostalgic collectible items brought a watery surprise to My tired eyes
I luv it            I luv it              I luv it
My weary heart thanks You mucho for the box You sent
After a small stack of tissues, I was emotionally spent

If You only knew how much You have touched this old fool
You are a true gem – with a platinum heart awash in jewels
Someday, when My quality of life is a bit more exquisite
Don’t be surprised when I come to visit

May the Peace of the Creator keep You smiling, healthy, happy, sassy, saucy and keep eternal oil in Your torch
I feel certain You will remain an energized bunny
With no time for a granny rocker on the porch

If nothing else moves Your heart and mind
MY fervent hope is in these helter skelter musings You find
The thing that brings from Me to You and back again with loving kindness across the miles
The tender mercy of a heartfelt smile ~

Does the moon mourn
After the current day dawns
Exposing the deepness of a blue soaring sky
Causing quasi questions in the form of the wayward why

Why such a mysterious bulbous blue
Why such a deep hallowing hue
Does the moon mourn
When the sun starts to spawn

Some Thursday morning eyeing a ready race
The mirror shows the usual and customary feckless face
A mindless ritual often fills the busy area around the table top
Between texting nothing and following other conspicuous consumption reaching a full stable stop

And how does this apply to the magic moon
Which is not cheese so no need a stupendous sized spoon
Some of us wonder re alimentary alienation
While sitting and twitting about the companion moon’s satellite station

Does the moon mourn
As stars start to fawn
Matching a moment of a somnambulistic state
Allowing its’ gravity to push and pull the flow of water from a timeless surreal place in space

Does the moon mourn
As each new day dawns

When I died
No one cried
A few sensitive souls surely tried
But never showed their shallow fallow feelings from
the visceral side

The Rent-A-Rev Chuck did his job
Even though he had no idea who I was
He delivered the obit with adequate wit
Which was worth half a bucket of warm spit
The printed program carried only one of my semi suspect
social grass roots cause

I was not a bad man
Never a sad man
Super lucky by comparison said
A smart *** brain in a medium sized head

Generous though
With a slightly bent bellowing sick humorous flow
Just like butter meeting a warm knife
Unconditional Love presented itself and was enjoyed
three or four times in my life
Yet no one was left to give a good *******
Not that it mattered for just another man

All known relations had gone before
Now the end of a short line in time
Had breathed the last reasonably fast
And took the long slow brightly lit walk toward
North Shore

When I died
No one cried

To wherever you go
Get ready good folk
It will be nice
The ride of your life
Ensure the Luv and the Work are both steady

To wherever you go : take note
Have the imperative ~ a standing invitation
To let everyone know
Make it a dog and pony show
A big fuss over a lifetime, corner booth reservation
Welcome them. Let them stop and dine
Then listen as they spin adventure stories and spend some time

To wherever you go : be aware
The first to appear all over the place
Is the dashingly refined intertwined pair
Enter ~ Style & Grace
Light it up for the other well-heeled oggling and goggling eyes
The entourage will be a reasonable size

To wherever you go : head’s up
This note is to suggest preparing to receive
It will happen fast so be alert ~ on the ‘ qui vive ’
Effort to feel their pain
If they get lost in driving rain
While a heavy foot forces the edge in their new hot rod two seater
Save a sniffer of brandy or a spot of sherry
If a chilly day, save a close comfortable place by the heater

To wherever you go
Generally writing as opposed to speaking
The tail of this tale is amping and peaking
The reason I was told
Of why they were so cold
Is what you’d expect from a couple of flop ups
The **** fools will be driving without the top up

That can’t be
And You still like me
Short second elongated hour
Gone too soon heat drenched flower

Me ?
Not much of a gardener
Thee ?
A reason to love hardener

As I live and I breathe
I embrace You more with ease
So
It can’t be
And You like me

The voice, a touch, even just a fleeting thought
Is working me over way more than I should have bought
I inject joy into the air
Inviting to two entangled lives
Over here over there over here over there

As a Beethoven piece – simple and complex
We have no harbinger of what comes next
It just can’t be
And You still like me

A Rabbi, Priest and an Imam walked into a bar

The bartender said ' what is this - a joke '?