Too Old

 they are boring him to death
how has it come to this
how can he possibly stand it
he is leaking away
this time will not be regained
 
can this revenge be just
could he be that bad
forget about being president
he's been famous
take his word for it it sucks
 
sit here in this ugly room

all day doing nothing
he can't even stand up and leave
"haggard and rumpled"
too old for any of this now

Wide Open

 a rainbow in the rear-view mirror
is better than none at all or ever
to remember or look at it again
you did it once at least repeatedly
chased sexy Edenic satisfactions
to prepare you for the final act
when nothing works or matters
as much or in the same old way
it's raining again the sun comes out
there it is arcing across the meadow
before my failing wide open eyes

What's Left

everything is resolved
then what
what's left to think about
or do
I'm happy
satisfied
worried about the world
but nothing I can do about that
except vote
which is not much
personally I'm done
reading the last books I can see
with waves of pleasure
loving my family and friends
gladly sharing our luck
while we can
one tiny infinite life
cosmic multiplicity

New Idea

 I want to be sincere
without being sappy
is that too much to ask
save the irony for later
or bid it fond goodbye
say what I say clearly
ambiguity is OK but
obscurity just lazy
trouble to speak truth
that's the new idea
a reason to revise

Wild Things

now is this multiple moment
the singular of me writing
the many of you reading
mine and yours noticed
inhabited with being alive
 
we meet in meaning what
we put out and take in
smooth and jarring words
bouncing off each other
with or without intention
 
everything is interesting
if you are willing it let it
take you someplace new
where wild things are
waiting to eat you alive