alone

poetry

again,
not for the first time,
nor for the last time,
knowing this to be
merely a state of being
that will go on,
and on,
ad infinitum;

so pour another drink
my imaginary friend,
and let’s sit together
and talk about the past,
regaling each other
with memories
of who we once were
and who we used to be,
laughing and crying
all at the same time,
in the presence,
of good company.

this to close the month

poetry

on the last day before i’m the father of a two year old
(a title you never get back)
i feel i should commemorate

sure i’ll remember this day as day four without
a solid stool
or i’ll remember it as 29 days since i was
the brunt of a well played ‘fool”s joke’

but will i remember the night before sheer
terror? the first of its kind until the night
before i’m the father of a teenager

have i fallen so fast? college was yesterday
and high school last week, wasn’t it?

on this, the last day before i’m the father of a two year old
i feel i should commemorate

with a song

“oh kid you bring me joy
i know there are better words
but i cannot find them to employ
oh kid, my lovely kid, you bring me joy”