This night, I lay in my cold bed

Thinking about the life I have led

Put the cold steel against my head

Will end it all with a small piece of lead

There is no one but me to blame

Going to put out my flickering flame

My afterlife will not be the same

I will get rid of my forever pain

Will leave everything behind in a note

My heavy burdens I could no longer tote

As above me lingers a puff of floating smoke

Across the Styk, I will peacefully float

Driven from their ancestral homes,
tattoo, from guns enforced.
Spilling over, into the night,
in their minds, confusion coursed.

Stripped of dignity and clothing
belongings sorted in piles.
Lastly, vile claiming of lies
most emphatic denials.

Jewish populous on the streets
sent to death camps without hope.
Shaven heads were compulsory
disinfectant served as soap!

I pulled up a seat at the bar we used to frequent,
ordered a couple of beers and wanted to know
how my friend had been.

“Kind of rough of late”, he offered. “Missing some friends
I didn’t know how to tell I was going away.”

“I get that.”, I said. “A lot of people don’t know how to say goodbye.”

Pulling us both away from the shadows around me,
we reminisced and shared a few laughs for a time
before I had to be on my way.

Otherwise titled – my poetic impressions of Helene

All la names bespeaking deity froom
Noah Mo' Room India Arc
of Covenant to crypt tick Blood
(sweat and tears)
of San Gennaro devout wowed,
and/or Turin shroud
bullishly, consonantly, demonstrably,
desperately, faintly, glumly,
yet plaintively, muttered aloud,
no evading the steadily avowed

Otherwise titled – my poetic impressions of Helene

All la names bespeaking deity froom
Noah Mo' Room India Arc
of Covenant to crypt tick Blood
(sweat and tears)
of San Gennaro devout wowed,
and/or Turin shroud
bullishly, consonantly, demonstrably,
desperately, faintly, glumly,
yet plaintively, muttered aloud,
no evading the steadily avowed

There's a word in the English language,
This word sounds much like duck,
I certainly won't say it here
It may bring me bad luck,

This word I often use it,
As my wife is prone to do,
It is so versatile
Some examples now for you.

Remember General Custer
in 1876?:
"Look at those ducking Indians",
As they rode from out the sticks.

And the genius Albert Einstein
With his relativity,
Proclaimed it out to all the world:
"Surely any ducker can see".

despite entrenched familiar
obsessive compulsive disorder behavior
distracting me courtesy
countless what if scenarios,
particularly before undergoing
voluntary drastic makeover
as iterated in a previous poem,
and briefly recounted here
as foregoing Samson personification
now please don't blame Delilah!

Love left unspeakable wounds difficult to bandage.
The scars will turn to whispers in time,
but absence will always be the one shouting.

Describes celibate bent aegis.
Mein kampf illustrates gravitas.

Underdog muted lest intimidation
think bully brandishing fist in my face
threatening to buzzfeed me
a brassy knuckle sandwich.

every tick-tock
of that old clock,
running chills
along my spine
as I shiver
and cringe
in a sweat icy cold.
I should be sleeping
soundly
in my bed.
but I am surely not,
for every tick-tock
of that old wooden clock
sounds counter point
to every beat of my heart
echoing like the thudding of
my old worn drum...
in this massive rocky cavern.