I OWN THE WORLD

I covet nothing...that is my special gift...
I covet nothing...because...I own the world... I curate
my world...
Every day...in my own way
My eyes see the beauty...that is in play
The Earth is the Earth...and has always been this way... We are
imperfect animals...and always were...
Now even the worst amongst us...doesn’t even cause...a stir... I own
the wars...the bombs and the pain...
The smell of Cordite as the bullets reign... I own
the famines...
The droughts...the disease
Send us just $18 a month...if you please...
I even own the pratfalls of the leaders of this Earth... All the
fragile egos of the silly little boys...
Owning the world I curate my world every day... I covet
nothing...I own it all...
Central Park is mine...
So is ‘The Church of Saint John the Divine!’
Fifth Avenue...and Madison too...I am on them...all the time I stroll
through the galleries of the ‘MET’
I stop in front of ‘Philip de Montebello’s’...
Ancestors’ ‘Empire Chest’...
I own ‘THAT’ chest...
The ‘Ormolu’...it is absolutely...the best!
I take my time climbing the stairs...they too are mine...
Perseus...holding the ‘Gorgon’s’ head high...
You can feel the last squirms...of the snakes...as they die...
I make my way to the gallery...‘Jacques-Louis David’...confronts me... The epic
‘Antoine Laurent de Lavoisier and his wife’...immortalized... I regard...
This is mine...I own this too...as my eyes digest... The
beauty and the detail of every brush stroke...
A genius Aristo...who predicted silicone...named Oxygen...
Carbon...and Hydrogen...
This was not one...of the ‘ORDINARY FOLK’... The
French Revolution was bustling along... Which only
reminds me of ‘our mess’...
And all its ‘wrongs’...
Lavoisier’s crime... “SAPERE,
AUDE!”...
He “DARED TO KNOW!”...
The ‘CRIME’ of the
‘ENLIGHTENMENT!’ ‘COGITO
ERGO SUM’...
I THINK...THEREFORE...I AM...
Guilty as charged...“I own that shit too!”... Aloft in
the “TUMBREL”...
With no one to...woo...
On to ‘REVOLUTION SQUARE’...was there nothing... Anyone
could do...
Is there no ‘SYDNEY CARTON’ in this generation...?
Obviously...not! ‘GUILLOTINE’...awful...apparatus...
LAVOISIER lost his head… Because
of his status...
They took his head...but not his
‘Burgeoning brain’...
Lavoisier...left us his intellect...to be...exact... All these
generations later...still intact...
The whole ‘9 yards’ of history...has its repeats... And yet
we learn nothing from all our defeats...
Little glitches...here and there...in the ‘WEAVE’ of our evolution... How is
it...that in all this time...we haven’t found a solution...
I own the world...I own this too...
I own the beauty...I own the ugly...I own the history...I own the fury... I own
the future...
If we are lucky to have one... I own it
all!
I stand in front of
The magnificent “WINGED VICTORY!”
Tears...streaming down my face...
So happy to be part of the human race...
Life is like ‘Groundhog Day’...you wake up every morning
And hope...the day will end in a different way...
Not is the usual...dismay... History
teaches...
And yet we don’t learn...the liars and the deniers...just want To turn
the page...
Hitler exclaimed...
“WHO REMEMBERS THE ARMENIAN HOLOCAUST!?”
INDEED...I DO!!!
SOON...it may very well be the same...

WHAT'S GOING ON

Colliding minds...ideas...revisions...
Inconclusive...conclusions...
Degradation...fabrication...
Revulsion...
Impunity...immunity...‘hoist on our own petard’... We are
the authors of our own ‘demise’
Pruitt will make sure that it is not ‘otherwise’... ‘Captain of
Industry...am I’...
All we could do...is sigh...why...
Bloviator...fornicator...liar and cheat... Big
‘motherfucker’...always in heat...
You can’t fix stupid...don’t even try!
All we can do is sigh...why?

THE SEA

I feel the need…
To go down to the sea…
And breathe the brine air...deep Have it
purify my lungs…
With each fresh breath...
We come from the ‘Soup of the sea’... We go
back…
To be reminded...
To capture…the exquisite moment…of our beginning... The
randomness of it all…
The perfection...of the alignment...of ‘muck’... That was
necessary…for our creation… ‘Soup’s on!’
‘Is it soup...yet?!
Bit by bit…bacteria…would collide with bacteria…
Somehow stick…create something new… Chimera...
Symbiotic…
Efficient...
Aggregate…and aggregate... Would
they...
Sticking...sticking…heaving…heaving...
Cleaving...cleaving...
Mitochondria—came into the mix…
Which was the biggest fix...
It made us the beings…that...could...
The beings that would…come to realize… What we
were...
Was one ‘huge’...
Microbiome...
Mitochondria…only passed down by the female…
I need to go down to the sea again...skip through the water and sand… Feel the
salt ‘squinch’...
As it dries on my skin…
It’s a different sea today...
We have managed to soil ourselves…our planet…our waters... Flesh
eating bacteria…is the gift of the sea today…
It seems what made us…
Consumes us…
Full circle...to our own demise… ‘Soup’s
on’...
‘Is it soup...yet?!
I ‘STILL’...
Feel the need...to go down...to the sea... To
purify...me...

TRUMP RANT

We voted for a President and not a Russian Czar... You’re
just a Putin ‘Wannabee’...
Something you could never be Cuz you
were never in the KGB! You want to be
an Oligarch
And have the Kremlin’s golden doors...
So why do you have to have someone else paying off your whores?
You want to go to places...where no one else can park... We know
you’re just a little boy...afraid of the dark...
You used to have the power to be silly...and amuse! Now it’s
only...who’s next...can I abuse?
Keep this up Mr. President...
And sooner than you think there will be an election... And you
will heartily
LOSE!

SWAMP CREATURES

I’ve never been attracted to The Wall Street types... ‘THOSE
MASTERS/MONSTERS OF THE UNIVERSE'
Those who just move money around...and give you all the hype... They
manage and they weasel...you know the type...
They manage and they weasel...take theirs off the top... There’s a
tournament in Basel…’think I’ll take a little hop... ‘Not on my own
dime’...
‘What you think is yours...is...actually mine’... Fraudster after
fraudster...and none of them do time...
And now we have ‘THE FRAUDSTER KING’, THE ‘PRETENDER’
To the throne
The ‘SWAMPY CRONIES’
Who fleece America
RED...will never feel alone...
‘THE INSULTER AND CHIEF’...can dish it but can’t take it...
HUCKABEE AND CONWAY...
All they do is fake it
It’s not OK...for future generations...
To get comfy with POTUS’ machinations... ‘Bad
behavior’ trickles down...
And ‘cripples many nations’ Super
white...Alt right... ‘Ugly as
homemade sin’...
Everyone in Deliverance... Was each
other’s...kin... ‘Reinigen Blut’...‘Puras
Blut’
Can make a ‘Hemophiliac’...‘maniac’... But not
a...‘brainiac’...
The purity that you seek...can be found in ‘Ivory Snow’... We’ve all
been touched by the ‘MUTT BRUSH!’...
I’m sure you’re glad to know...
Let’s just make the best of it...there’s nowhere for you to go... We
aren’t just a ‘MELTING POT’, we are ‘EINTOPF!’
Time to taste the flavors...of our ‘Goulash Paprikash’
Embrace the whole...and let your nostrils fill...with the savory taste...
Of Bangladesh...! ‘GUTEN
APATIT!’

CONESTOGA

We were a
‘CONESTOGA’
Circle...of...ONE...
Two...‘SAPIOSEXUALS’
Two...‘CONJOINED...TWINS’
Living in the land of ‘STUPID’...
‘CASTIGATED’...for not believing In...
‘JONAH’ and the ‘WHALE’...
‘SHUNNED’...for our...
‘IRREVERENCE’...
Our ‘BELIEF’...in
“Science”...
Our ‘belief’...in...
‘EVOLUTION’...
Our ‘ATHEISM’...
There is...no...
‘FLOURISH’...of...
‘MIND’...only... ‘ABJECT’...
‘MINDLESSNESS’... ‘YOU
CAN’T’...’FIX’... ‘STUPID!’...
‘NEVER’...‘COULD’...
‘NEVER’...‘DID’...
‘YOU CAN’T’...‘FIX’...
‘STUPID’...‘STUPID!’
TRUMP...swooped in...and snatched victory... From the
jaws of defeat...
We must...insure...
Trump...snatches defeat...from the jaws of victory...

PRESENT SHOCK

How quickly our ‘future’ Becomes
our ‘present!’
We lived through the neon iterations of Alvin Toffler’s
‘FUTURE SHOCK’...
Here we are damn smack in the middle of it...
Toffler...the Cassandra of the 70’s was unfortunately right on...
Where are the William Buckley’s...the Adalai Stevenson’s...the men Who did not
define themselves...by their billions...who did not have the Need to gorge
themselves for more...
When is enough, enough?
When is more than enough, enough...?
When ‘mine is bigger than yours’ is the silliness that is pursued by grown Adult
children pressing on...to make more...enough...
Where is the man...whose cronies are serious legislators
Entitlements...are only for the entitled...
Where is the ‘rudder’ of our nation...not the ‘rude-er’

TO HAVE AND TO HOLD AND TWO HAD

In the grace of our embrace... Face to
face...in our gratitude...
Blessings...blessings...and more blessings! You are
my muse...and I am yours!
A cosmic shift must have occurred to make Albert Einstein your hero... A cosmic
shift occurred...it made Emilie Du Chatalet my heroine...
How extraordinarily bizarre...that Einstein could not have done his work... Had it
not been for Emilie...HA!
Thank you NOVA!
‘WE ARE “UNCROSSED STAR” LOVERS!’
We are twin explorers of our world...political creatures...pundits...
Powerless to affect a change...
Prisoners of our rage...at our world in its disarray...
And the ensuing tragedy of the worst thing to have happened in our lifetime... “TRUMP
AND HIS...ISM!”
In our heart of hearts we trust...
That knowledge and truth will triumph over ignorance...
Intellectual laziness...
And the overt disregard for our planet and its inhabitants...!

Have I told you yet this morning how much I love you?

YOUR GIFT

Your gifts to me...there are so many...
Are the gift of time and place we shared as the Marvelous couple
we are...
I came to you...I left a life...
Most selfish thing I’ve ever done...
I left some wounds...and hurt behind...but by some miracle... We all
became ‘one’...
A ‘blended us...I’m glad to say... Taking the
place...of original dismay...
The ups...the downs...the love...the joys...and here we are... So
thrilled...to have the life we live...the love of love...
The love we loved...
You taught us all so many things...the wonders...life has in store... You made
me ‘ravenous’
‘Ravenous’ for more...and more...
You gave me everything you are...every thought you thought!... All the
wonders of your mind and soul...you gave to me...
Love with love...more Than
love...
You teach us how to live... You
teach us how to die... You leave us
on a ‘HIGH!’
Your heart still beats...I breathe...your breath...
You breath your life into me...and that is where you’ll stay... YOU
ARE ALL AND EVERYTHING...
YOU’LL BE WITH ME...
EVERYDAY...

APOLOGIES

You kiss my tears...my eyes and ears...and you apologize in advance... For
when you will no longer be here to taste my tears of love...
You make this Heathen...believe...you’ll be watching from above... Our time
grows short...as we bask...in each other’s senses...
The melodic sequence of your gaze...
You want to imprint my face upon your soul and take me with you... Wherever
you go...
Conjoined at the soul... Just take
me home...

BARGAINING

Mephistopheles rejected me...‘it’s not a bargain that I make’... Ask the
other fellow...the one upstairs...the ‘real old fake!’...
Is there no one you can count on...when you’re in this kind of pinch... So I
gathered myself together...as I begged and cajoled...
Just this side of ‘blasphemous’... Yet
humble...sounding clever... Like apple pie à la mode...
The ‘OLD GUY’...seemed to listen...but wouldn’t budge an inch... Thought
I’d take it from the top again in case he missed the gist... I wasn’t asking
for the world...I wasn’t asking for much...
All I wanted was a little more...of what I love the most... What’s a
little ‘TIME’ to you...you’re busier than ‘HELL’ I thought I made it
crystal clear...but maybe I had not
I was a perfect Bargainer...I learned it over time... So now
I’ll just have to...sweeten the pot...
Take my ‘jewels’...and worldly goods...and give me some more ‘TIME’!
The time I seek...is selfish time...my Prince...my life my love’s...
Not well...
Do this for me...and you will see...
A very different Emily...!
I will sing your praises and everyone will praise the praises...
The...praises of the LORD...
If not...I guess...I will remain...a ‘Christopher Hitchens’ acolyte... A Non-
Believer...in the Deceiver...
We are nothing...without each other...you need me don’t you see...? You are
‘NOTHING WITHOUT ME!’
‘YOU NEED ME’... ‘JUST
TO BE’!

NOT READY

Not ready to ‘START’ missing you... Not
ready to ‘BE’ missing you
Not ready for an empty bed... Not
ready for the ‘SILENCE’ No response to
what I said...
Not ready for empty arms...when I ‘LIVE’ for your embrace... Not
ready for the emptiness a quiet house presents...
Not ready for the loneliness...my scared heart resents... Not
ready for ‘Widow Weeds’...and all that it portends
We taught each other how to ‘live’ through everything we know... And now
you are preparing me...for the time when you will go... You leave me so
full of us...the glory and the joy
No matter what...you’ll always be...my very favorite boy... You had me
in the prime of youth...my body and my soul... And yet it was my
‘roaring mind’...you said that you adored...
In all the time...immense...we spent...not once...were we EVER...bored... ‘BORING’...is a
sin...I said...
A place we’ve never been... You so complete me...I pray... Life...does not
deplete me
Sophomoric prose...don’t think...it’s so beneath me...

A LIFE WELL LIVED

Have I told you yet this morning how much I love you? You can
spend time!
You can waste time!
You can save time! And you can buy time!
You can do NOTHING at all...one day...have you WASTED time... Or
ENJOYED time...?
‘TIME FLIES!’
‘SO DO GINGER PIGS!’
‘WE BOUGHT NINE YEARS...A SMIDGEN OF TIME’...
WITH A PROMISE AND A PRAYER TO ‘LIVE IN THE NOW! NOW! NOW!’ We
‘WON! WON! WON!’
We sprinkled our memories...between the
‘PHYLLO’ of time...and relive them...with instant recall...
And technicolor...and the scent of the season and the moment! ERBITUX!
BRAVO!
You gave us the only thing we ever wanted more of... The only
thing that ever mattered to us...TIME PLAYFUL TIME...
PLAYFUL TIME...
EXQUISITE TO BE ALIVE TIME...
EXCRUCIATINGLY WONDROUS TIME! TIME
THAT MEANS EVERYTHING TIME! TIME TO
REDISCOVER!
TIME TO RECONSIDER! TIME
TO OUROBOROS! TIME TO SISYPHUS!
TIME TO KISS!

HEROIC MODEST YOU

So accomplished...yet so humble...self-effacing...
Always retreating from the reality of your accomplishments... So many
hearts beat...because of your skill and intellect...
Even some that should not be beating...LOL When
asked what you had done...
Your reply would always be the same... ‘I worked
in medical research’...
There are men...of few words...
You...were a man of ‘FEWER’
You were my...‘BLABBER MOUTH!’
Honor...after honor...you never cared to share...
Revolutionary...
Evolutionary...
You said your ‘UNIVERSE’ Would
end...when you left ‘WRONG FOR
ONCE!’
You and I...we are living in it...you and I...
The ‘UNIVERSE’ we constructed together...is that cloud of
‘MATTER’...where everything lives...on the molecular level... Where
everything is happening...at the same time...
‘ALL THE TIME!’ I feel the flame of you...
Alive...deep within me...
The universe...where nothing ever dies... Where
we ‘COLLIDE AND CONGRUE’ WE...ARE
MATTER...
WE MATTER!

Have I told you yet this morning how much I love you?

IS

My sweet Alan,
Keeping hope alive...love rules!...you are every beat of my heart...
The air that I breathe...the fire that consumes me...
And resurrects me...I love the pace of us...the grace of us...
Our family crest...the look I live for!...the strength you give me...We just
do it...together...for each other...always…
This is us...!

RENAISSANCE

Romping through the Renaissance of us...so much time...so much us! ‘Oh the
things you can think!’...‘oh the thinks you can think’!
The ‘SEUSS’ BEGINNER...
Who will be left to marvel at me and hang on each ‘touche’ of words... The
geometry and color of words we would play...
Weave a tapestry so rich so vast...
Samite...for which
‘GOBELIN’ would gladly pay...
In our jousting and endeavor very heated we would be...
‘Tit for Tat’ it was “delicious!” froth of elegance for none to see... Froth of
elegance...just for you and me
No excuses would we make for the folly of our fun...for the folly of our fun... Sooner
or later there would always be a...pun...
As insufferable as a French lad of 21...
As intolerable any French Young man of 21...
This Up-MANSHIP was quite the fun... Our ‘Kiss
Me Kate’...had a good run!

Have I told you yet this morning how much I love you?

WE ARE SUCH STUFF

You came to me last night...you were my angel...I thought...
You read my need...and turned into the other...the ‘SEDUCTIVE INCUBUS’! Floating over
me...
Tantalizing me...
Wetting your finger...
Touching my nipple erect with it...
My nose started to run...you always made my nose run... The weight
of you on top of me...I feel so safe...
Is this a dream...
You give me your mouth...I taste you... Is this a
dream...
I wake up feeling whole...and yummy...
What’s left of my ‘PUBES’...is
‘CRUNCHY’!
Was this a dream...
I’ll welcome you again tonight...

Have I told you yet this morning how much I love you?

BIRTH

Somehow we seem to always give birth to each other... Each
morning...miraculous and mystifying...
The night is for dreams and stardust...
And ‘Punnet Square’ of us...hurtling through the dark...
There we are at daybreak...combined and new...and ready for another Gift of
day...we begin again...hoping for another gift of the morrow... ‘Sisyphean’ effort
and task...
Have I told you yet this morning how much I love you? Never
gets old!
We are the ‘birthers’ of our stupid cancers… Illiterate
when it comes to ‘symbiosis’
They kill us...their hosts...
And they are no more...and we are no more...

Have I told you today how much I love you?

A HALF-CENTURY OF US!

50 years ago...we read ‘LE PETIT PRINCE’ together...in French...
I was the prince...and you were the pilot...
We had constant role reversal...teaching and instructing each other... Learning from
each other the great lessons of that slender book...
They were simple lessons... But the
most important...
My heart would quiver when I heard the key in the door... Because I
knew when you were coming and expected
you... I always expected you...on Monday...and dreaded Friday... Oh...the flights our...fancy
minds would take
Like a fancy ‘Cirque du Soleil’ act, we would amaze the audience... Of two...
Ourselves...with the agility and bliss of our mental acrobatics... We would
delight
Ourselves with the ‘deliciousness’ and ‘extravagance’ and
‘Pellucidity’...of our vocabulary...we didn’t eat for days... Seemed
we survived on the perfume of each other...
And words...words...words...
You compliment me on my ‘mnemonics’...
You tell me ‘you’ve never met anyone like me!’ I tell you
‘I’ve never met anyone like you!’
We begin...

THE OTHER WOMAN

“THE OTHER WOMAN”...
Was my claim to fame...
Our trysts were always wondrous... Nothing
was ever quite the same We feasted...
We played...
We came up for... ‘AIR’
In between...
We were not amused But
addicted to...
‘The Watergate Kerfuffle’... Nothing was
ever quite the same... I hardly thought...
I was causing anyone any pain... There we
were...
On the merry-go-round of life... Changing
horses...
Changing faces...
What did we really gain...
Unexpectedly...
It came...
That ‘LIGHTNING BOLT’...
‘TONNERRE DE BREST’...
And I was cooked...
Just the same...