Undying Source of Immortality

—after a comment by William Michaelian

Mortal, whatever

It must be,

It can’t have sprung

From something

That has nothing

To do with those

Who live forever within

The space of a single,

Undefined moment—

It has to be

More than that.

Bridge over Troubled Water (Reader's Digest Version)

Dear Paul

Simon and Art

Garfunkel:

For the sad-eyed crooner that was

Croaking on

The calm

Surface of the water

Before the turtle that spied him

From the depths shot up to snap

Him in two, for lack

Of your more heartrending

Drawn-out rendition, this abridged

One will have to do.

Reading: A Literal Looking Glass

7.30 in the morning light hard at work looking for something illuminating upon which to reflect.

(Photo courtesy of my inspiring inspired muse, my wife.)

Clozed, You Klutzes

You say____ know

A healthy____

Leads to a____ mind

And ____-versa but

I ask all you out

____clamoring to get in-

Doors____ of the driving rain,

Why

Would ____body

With an open____ choose

To exercise it

In a____gym?

[Please fill in the blanks and submit your answer via the comment stream.]

NB: For yearz this traffic sign in Megalopolis haz been diligently direkting all interested partiez headed towards Kalamata to stop by and check out their cool indoor stadium/gym—but seriously folks—why would anybody in their right mind chooze to do such a foolish thing if the gym in question waz forever klosed? It's a good thing the Health Center is right across the street from the gym, just in case such a vizit spelled dizaster for those die-hard exercize freaks waiting ad infinitum for the doorzzzzzzzzzz to open.

To One Who Still Thinks He's a Has-been

Friend,

We’ve been there before,

No longer—

No use to say no

Good as we used to

Any longer.