I am a blind follower.
Asking WHY?
Begging through cry.

Can't you see my sorrow
through my pale skin,
as my mind leeks out of my see blue eyes?

I am at the crossroad
haunting my voice through deep foggy forests.

Don't be just another passenger
who misspells my agony.
Hold my hand.
Help me forgive myself.

(Hey you!)
Hold my hand.

….Hold my hand.

a.i is already a failure to me: i write one thing, html misspells what i write, dumb robotics ahoy!*

at the cashiers',                                                       ­     hot topic...
a burning toothpick that illuminated the woods:
headmaster in some school extends his jurisdiction
from children to parents, wants the mothers
to be less sloppy dressed in the english casual: pyjamas.
two cashiers debate, i take my usual three beers and
a bottle of scotch for a walk (i drink the scotch at home),
i side with the liberals... wear the ****
you want... the other side can't decide a line of argument,
conversation turns to my frost bitten hands,
nasty winter mosquitoes bit my hands all red...
i say it's not too bad... she takes them into her hands,
warms them up, she's older than my mother,
but i still would... given girls my age are *******
the legs of hugh hefner for the retirement pay-cheque
and prior to a *****-spread photoshoot... i walk out patting
the head  of a stranger's dog waiting for the hands that
drop food onto the plate and keep the leash stern...
your typical evening at a supermarket.

The Bear
It's a castle of unhappy livestock
Groaning and grueling, they march to
their death camps
Eight times a day
Lime tile littered with the waste of
human embarrassment
We are animals here, we have no
shame
I was drunk in September
His tongue danced on my neck
Left a mark like a raspberry flame
I hope he never kisses me again

2. The Fire
It's October now
I ache, still,
It echoes in the hollow pockets of my
skull
Ringing back again, over and over
Time drops dead
He misspells his words
I can't get enough
He wraps his lips around my name
Like a package,
Doesn't say how it tastes

3. The Earth
He isn't, shouldn't, wasn't,
couldn't.
He's logic, he's science
But I wanted thunder
Shallow pools, blue and cold
collect in his eyes
I can see my reflection
It's ugly
He says happy birthday
Four minutes past midnight

There's a warrior Robin, I do
not remember, I would, I do
remember lines
from movies,
from long ago, seems, I'm something of a latchkey kid,
first generation with television,
however, with TV allusions, legal as Donne.

and I got Bub, in My Three Sons, old, with all my wits,
and more, older and wiser, I say to my friends, yada,
you know, you know,
that's a burden in itself. All wrapped up for Christmas,
what a gift,
the pain, all worth the whole, total pain involved
in growing old and otherwise, in terms considered
magic,
as magic is an art, to tell a truth once, that
is easy,
twice, not cliché, you know, the cultural humor,
bher with us,
we exist,
voices, in the head, the fullness, si, the godhead,
embodied, did
that happen to you is a different question than
did that not happen to you, you comprehend, you

get
it, getting is, being is, and getting, being gotten, is.

Essential. Al re al ized. Simple enough, not, too,
Sublime,

seems asking too much, a million lines, you read,
this is flowing, funny, dialogos dialectic, neither
mean much dia, means through, piercing, passing

logos is just all we ever think or ask, before we think to.
Lectic, lecture. Elect to ask a friend, I dial my AI,
hey, I wanna be a gazzilionaire,
and your my phoney friend, AL
laughs, misspells itself in untter actual- ize on TV,
people believe, AI Got the answer, feed me
old Jeopardy questions, topped with Melvin Bragg,
and his guests
at BBC 4, In Our Time, the whole trip… with these folks,
and we never knew we knew such things,
gifts to all our children, learn to not have enemies,
really, let them have their hate. We won,
our bits past.

Fini. For now.

And that was live from the Jeopardy Memory Awards,
live from the Del Webb Sun City near you, digitally.