Not All Greek, Yet--

—for my niece Tanja, 

whose heart most certainly is. 

 

 

To not know 

A word the old 

 

Woman’s saying but 

To feel her hand 

 

On your forehead talking 

A language 

 

Both of you understand.

 

 

 

 

"Well, If I Were You, I Wouldn't Start From Here"

But seriously now, 

How else are you 

 

To get to where 

You have to go when 

 

On your way there, 

That long-awaited lame 

 

Punch line comes limping out 

Of nowhere with just enough 

 

Clout to send your senses reeling 

Back to you-know-where? 

 

 

 

 

Revelation

Nothing so far- 

Fetched as a stork 

Bringing a new-

 

Born baby in- 

To a Greek house- 

Hold; here, it’s something

 

More down-to-Earth, I can 

Still remember my mom’s 

Answer when I asked her

 

That tormenting question so 

Many years ago: “Why, 

From the kneecap, you

 

Silly boy, where else?” 

As she slapped 

Her right leg smartly,

 

Letting out a small laugh 

Like a mischievous child 

At the same time. 

 

 

 

 

Haiku: Lifeline (Brief On How To Make Every Second Count)

Aye, short is the span— 

It takes a lot of looking 

Long to see just how.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Geezer Spouting Off Again

For us bloody 

 

Hardy blowhards, breathing 

Profusely comes easy—what sucks 

 

As all get out is holding all that non 

Stop volatile stentorian hot 

 

Air indefinitely in.