of heaven

he suggests a small tree
some potted plants
things alive and green
growing on the terrace
a way he says
to give the illusion
of life beyond glass
windows and doors
a gas grill
to barbecue chicken fish corn
some lawn chairs
a table too
an awning for the rain
he says sort of like
stepping into a backyard
to find family friends
beer bottles wine coolers
raised in cheer
a vision
more or less he says
of heaven

 

reaching for the future

well
I tried
the lady
and the tiger
survived both
more or less
intact
so now
I’m eyeing
door number 3
and thinking
whatever I’ve got
to lose
I’ve already lost
and with that thought
firmly implanted
in what’s left
of this brain
I stride forward
hand outstretched
reaching for the future
door number 3

 

what you stand upon

it’s the ankles
really
slender shapely
connecting those lovely feet
to those long legs
not to mention
the knees
friends say
I’m a leg man
who am I
to deny
what history has
proved to be true
in your case
naturally
a reaffirmation
of my predilection
for ankles
and knees
and all they connect
to what you stand upon
smiling at me

 

 

 

just yet

the wind blows
from the east
the sun shines
in my eyes
alone on the balcony
except for the cat
lounging at my feet
in my head
that lyric
heard years ago
in a bar
in Amsterdam
only a fool would break
his own heart
a glass held loosely
in my hand
hoping not to drink
just yet