Plea Bargaining: A Confession Of Sorts

Ok, you win— 

I did it, I killed 

The one thing I loved most 

In the world—my self, 

 

Though it was not so 

Hard as you might think— 

I just had to snuff out 

The distaste deep down 

 

I felt for those who kept on 

Reminding me how 

Pleasant it would be 

To live without 

 

Someone like me.

 

 

 

Goldbrickers' Haiku

We don’t need no more 

Ejucation, just more and 

More holes in the wall. 

 

 

 

Crepuscular Stretch Of The Wildest Imagination

If you ask me, those bunches 

Of wild early evening mint 

Over there sure look like 

A herd of shaggy fauna 

Grazing in a green meadow— 

 

So much in fact, the next thing you know is 

They’ll be hoofing it straightaway 

To the palms of our hands, bent on munching 

The living daylights out of them 

As they make their luminous way here. 

 

 

 

Late Life Meditation: Winner Take All

Shut 

Your eyes tight 

Enough 

To keep in all 

The light 

You thought 

You lost.

 

 

 

Noncommittal Not So Plumb Haywire

It’s been quite a while since 

Any wide-eyed wannabee 

Poet’s asked me what 

It’s like being a poet and I must say 

It’s no great surprise, seeing 

I’ve been out of the public eye so 

To speak here in my sanctum sanctorum, 

The boondocks of the southern Peloponnese, 

These past 50 years but if 

Anybody should go to all the trouble now 

To show up on my doorstep and ask me 

I’d surely tell them to think 

Twice before committing themselves.