The Bucket List Hero

Air as mellifluous flowing honey gliding between fingers

Sweetens the mood and the partners’ cartilaginous appendages.

Masseuse relaxes his muscles, lights the candle, applies cinnamon butter oil

on spa table for two. Couples massage suite with shower,

Jacuzzi and two and a half hours reserved time

Because it was on her bucket list: Couples massage (sex after?)

Ardently desired wishes take on a life of their own, he has found.

The Bucket List is Top Secret, known to few, but of supreme importance,

because the time is short. Murderous supremacists, Nazis, collaborators in government and NGO’s all conspire to annihilate us, one by one.

Platitudes in the media, an endless litany of funerals, of those taken too soon, of good people, innocent, biking, listening to a concert, going to school, church services, Walmart, movie theaters.

Literally everyplace is a soft target with the barrel of an AR 15 staring us down….


So this soul writes poetry as an act of rebellion against the inevitable.

I will not live, but my words will.

And in the meantime, hell yeah, there’s going to be some hollering going on, beneath the covers!

They will wonder what it feels like to be held by such a fragrant, long stemmed red rose blooming in the right conditions for him, who deserves to be The Bucket List Hero.

And the two shall never be the same, anon…

For the Woman is the Sphinx, with a riddle

And he is Oedipus, successful in his answer.

As such, he regains his life and lost love

Because to be without her was in fact death to him.

The two were one soul and united, they flew into the ethereal skies,

Entwined as lovers.



Do You See What I See?

Lemon scented gumdrops inserted into steel mesh stents

To block circulation, and kill, by a Blacklister hiding in plain sight.

No Hippocratic oath, just an education and no morals, sociopath

With a license to kill. Henchmen at his side. I can smell the ambiguity

And James Spader is in the background, nefarious as a scorpion

Hiding Secrets forevermore. What price power, currency?

Tricky allegiances, with law enforcement, the greater good,

To align oneself with known killers, who are in it for themselves,

But who are confidential informants, with not to be had knowledge

of the mass murderers, and the warmongers, who are the blue whales of

commerce, of the fate of the the entire human race….


And we wonder why we have reaped this President, and Kim Jong-Un?

We are the ultimate arbiters of our own fates. And lesser catastrophes will happen in plain sight, day by day, until we see that which we have sown, the seeds of our own destruction.

Like gummed up stents exploding in our chests, without warning.

Be prepared, for you know not the day or the hour. But the signs are there, nigh in the mirror of your visage, staring back, blankly.