I lament bidding Gaia's creatures adieu,
an inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock
counts down minutes few
according Al Gore rhythm
unstoppably ticking,
when life gets turned to global goo
tenderized viz Doctor Zeus
if not Horton Hears Hoo

I took a walk in the deep, lonely woods

I came upon a dying weeping tree

Knowing a lot less than I ever should

Wondered if anyone would weep for me

Darkness fell like a heavy sword from the sky

As I faded into the warm, peaceful earth

I wondered what it would be like to die

Will I disintegrate slowly into the surly dirt

As I contemplated all of my lost days

Above me, a dark canvas did lowly hang

All of my hurt slowly started to slip away

Will never leave these deep woods again

Maybe I should have told you how lovely you were
when the sun made you shade your look-away eyes.

Maybe I could have been more help with your troubled daughter
when you spoke of your regrets for her.

Maybe our concert tickets I left for you after we parted
was the right gesture for me to say goodbye.

Maybe I should have realized your crowded past
didn't leave much room for our future.

Maybe maybe just wasn't enough.

In the realm of the vast and swirling mind,
Echoes of thoughts, the ism we find.
A tapestry woven with threads of gold,
In the labyrinth of stories untold.

Whispers of truth in the darkness deep,
Where shadows dance and secrets keep.
A symphony of silence, a thundering roar,
In the core of existence, forevermore.

A phoenix rising from ashes of pain,
In the crucible of loss and gain.
The ism sings with a celestial hue,
In the cosmic dance of old and new.

I remember how it feels to levitate,
To rise from the floor and hover there.
Recalling how I glided across the room,
Breaking, overcoming the law of gravity
By my own strength of belief, I laugh with the joy of the memory.
So clearly the days live in my memory.
How familiar the sensation felt,
How perfectly normal to skim along
Light as a whisper against skin,
Mere Inches above the floor.
In those innocent days of childhood
I believed I could float, so I did.
But how long ago it has been
Since I could float?

getting fitted for a new pair of dentures
at Liberty Dental in Phoenixville, Pennsylvania;
The tab picked up courtesy
Aetna Medicare Advantra Cares (HMO D-SNP).

The desert mesas and the monoliths
Where cactus soldiers take their stand,
Give forth their enchanted beauty
When the sun awakens on this land.

Native stewards lend their wisdom
With humble respect and quiet grace,
Reptiles seek the shade and shadows
Cactus Wrens fly from place to place.

Tumbleweeds roll on for many miles
On winds swept through canyon walls,
While morning gives way to light of day
The enchantment of the desert calls.

Steely Dan sing queen (me)
outdid himself on sixtieth anniversary
after Grahame Wood
determined to meet
the evolving needs of the community
opened the first Wawa Food Market
in Folsom, PA, on April 16, 1964.

Today marked the sixth decade
since George Wood started
the Wawa dairy in 1902,
and it quickly became
a trusted name for fresh,
quality dairy.

In the month of April, a fool was born,
A jester of jests, with laughter torn.
Playing pranks with a mischievous grin,
Darling April fool, full of tricks within.

A dance of deception, a master of disguise,
In the realm of fools, you truly rise.
With a twinkle in your eye, and a skip in your step,
You lead us all on, with secrets well-kept.

Your laughter echoes through the springtime air,
As you weave your jokes with a flair.
A puppeteer of chaos, a creator of mirth,
You bring joy to the corners of the earth.

Whereby I confessed being guilty
impossible mission to escape accusation
of prurient transgressions
wrought transformation and self condemnation
additionally begat demonstrable emasculation
against accepting, kindling,
urging temptation toward verboten fruit,
clearly communicated, albeit clumsily
courtesy non verbal gesticulation
labeling mine promiscuous, lascivious,
horrendous... behaviour reviling.