2024

Twenty, twenty-four,

I’m expecting more,

Then convolution,

Perhaps a little resolution,

On several fronts,

I’m quite realistic,

Don’t need answers simplistic,

But I’m imparting my trust,

So do what you must,

And I’ll check back in a dozen months.

WINTER

Winter is upon us,

With Christmas so symbolic,

Mountains of snow make it so,

That children want to frolic,

Me, I know, when my nose I blow,

It looks like Jackson Pollock!

Cradle To The Grave (Leo Kottke)

Bloom

We give each other all the space

A relationship needs to bloom

She’s drunk in the kitchen

I’m drunk in the livingroom

Toilet Paper Orientation

Under, over, over, under,
Sometimes it feels a bloody wonder,
We’ve come so far and remained civial,
When we’re obsessed with things so trivial!

I KNEW YOU THEN

I knew you then I know you now,
I know you then, I knew you now,
I know it’s true,
Don’t ask me how,
The seams of time sometimes allow,
A peek, a wink, a nod, a bow,
As Einstein said through bushy brow,
Time stops it all from happening now,
This is to say he did avow,
In some way all is happening now,
And so with certainty I vow,
I know and knew you then and now.

A Dystopian Utopian Christmas

WHAT IF

What if.
Art is all what if.
Consider this.
Consider this.
What if God spoke through my dog.
If there really is a dog,
Perhaps God does.
Perhaps that’s Love.

MAYBE?

Maybe I need,
Inner peace,
Some sense of deep release,
To reach existential answers that lay within,
Shaking off the old,
Shedding my proverbial skin,
Continually looking in the same old mirror,
Hoping vainly somehow for a reflection that’s clearer,
As I search for the better,
Through word and through letter,
I find that my mind wanders instead,
As experience raises its ugly head,
But it is what it is,
There’s nothing wrong with that.
Maybe I just need a new hat.

A NEW STATUE

~A NEW STATUE~
We have a new unknown soldier,
Tens of thousands the world over,
Suiting up in self protection,
Facing risk of self-infection,
To care for us and those we love,
The ultimate push comes to shove,
Empathy for patients alone,
Isolated and on their own,
These soldiers of science and fact,
Facilitating last contact,
Steeling themselves from emotion,
With professional devotion,
Sadness and death their daily fight,
With few glimpses of hope and light,
Hail the unknown healthcare worker,
Pandemic-worn – still no shirker,
For their lives and for all they do,
We need many a new statue.
–Ken Donner
2021/01/01