who the hell am i

who the hell am i  lass

who the hell am i

turned around whos looking back

wind the winding track

mind when looking back

beside your great self  lass

who the hell am i

nobuddy's more my weal  lass

'fore i wuz born

'fore i wuz born lass

look at the hell you went thru

what do i mean

what do i call your woe

tis behind me afore you

the hellish path you went  lass

who damn cheers now

when you gave your entire best

devoted to your own

your own of one i am  lass

the last to top the story

story never got told

into green bed you folded

tired to the end

when your kids deserted

who is now your friend

settles in my gall  lass

hurts where it sticks

you served   we took

was it worthy of a loving look

coming past your memory's grave

oh humbling never bent your knees

say no long-gone bye  lass

with tears that wet this page

mmxiv

I've got icycles

i've got icycles in my brain
let them fall like warm rain
from bosom's heat    held and
commiserated with gentle hugs
to fold up the pain    lesions unfreezing
and when i can regain
my original composure sure
i'll be off easing
tight-lipped aporia's door open
no doubts to explain


The aporetic method: raising of puzzles without offering solutions.
i.e. intellectual state of perplexity


mmxiv

body aint what it were

  He didn't ask
  what state
  how low
    he felt
  not himself
    snake-bitten
  no escape
    his body's travail
  wasted
    on mundane labour
  slumps in chair
    sees hand
  between thumb and forefinger
    map like vellum
  translucent
    where veins and skin
  in perspective
    recognize
  terrain of age
    state he fell in
  poor sod
    his body
  distressed by pain
    demands recognition
  and yes
    briefly mended
  he'll disregard
    again
  and suffer
    humiliation
  known as
    old duffer


mmxi