NOT THE URN TYPE
It all begins with an idea.
You are home with me…
Where you belong…
Magic…all 6 feet of you are reduced…to a black plastic box…
Just like Paul Rudolph
Simple…nothing fancy just like the two of you
I place my head on the box…I hear my heartbeat…or is it your heartbeat…
Feels like ‘HOLIDAY HEART’
An extra beat...when you’ve had too much to drink…
I am sleeping on your side of the bed...my right arm rests on you…
I hold my phone…we’re always touching…
Alone in the house… I don’t feel alone…
EPILOGUE 2
It all begins with an idea.
Come...
Let’s...
Make...
Love...
Drench...
The...
Sheets...
With The...
Sweet...
Juice...
Of...
Us...
...Wrap...
...Ourselves...
In...
Each...
Other...
Then...
We...
Sleep...
THE PLAGUE
It all begins with an idea.
I have courted death.. .
All of my life…
I tempted him...
He tempted me…
I loved the rush...!!!
I was... Death’s seductress...
He has been…always
Licking... at my heels
Skis… On their edge
Licking… at my heels
Nikki Lauda...I
Behind the wheel of a stick shift...
Breathing down my neck...
Twisting my hair tightly...As if it were a mane...riding me bare
Back...
Rapturous joy in these moments of danger and daring…
The instant recall...
The Hypermnesia...
Every frame… Of my daring fearless youth
Death… And I…
Seem to be playing chicken…
Barnaby Conrad…
How To Fight A Bull
Inspiration…
For my ‘Balletics’ With young bulls in Andalusia…
There he was…
Tugging at my...
‘Muleta’...
Our tango...
Death dance...
Beat him...AGAIN
...YET AGAIN
Tempting him… Taunting him...
You are nothing... but a time filler...
A distraction… From monotony...
I use you...to take me out of sameness...
I’ll be damned!!!
I’ll be damned if after nearly three-quarters of a century
of our Delicious jousting…
’EXQUISITE FLIRTATION’
Of having... ‘YOU’...
Cooling your heels…
As I evade your tortuous grasp...
That I will let myself
be Vanquished by a
Insipid Virus with a crown...(Who would be King!)
RIDICULOUS!
Soon enough…
I will be yours…
Then
You can
take me
to your...
’NOTHINGNESS’
Heaven and hell…
Are right here…
Beside me!
WE OWN
It all begins with an idea.
The World
I paint...with words.
The fluidity…of his exquisite extremities...
Festoon my body…
We are the perfect pas-de-deux...
Vertical...
Horizontal...
Yin...
Yang...
Don’t cry…
I am here…
I am with you…
I am beside you…
I am within you…
We are inextricable…
You and I...
We festoon each other...
With the humbled glory of our empathy…
The humbled glory of our intellect…
The humbled glory of love and forgiveness...
The privilege…
The shock and awe…
To have found each other…
To have consummated
at first sight…
Festooned...with an unraveled thread...
Life…
Place…
Time…
Together…
We own the world…
THE SIMPLE BRILLIANCE OF MATH
It all begins with an idea.
It always commences...with addition
Division…
Multiplication...
Exponential...
Aggregation...
Our primordial soup...
Pre-Historic...
Pre-consciousness...
Fibonacci…
Hypatia…
Leibniz…
Emilie Du Chatelet…
Einstein…
The polymaths...
The ‘ Cogito Ergo Sums’...of their age...
All…Got the math…
We stood math on its head...
Making 2=1
We are still the
‘SAME BIRD’
Nautilus shell... my
favorite algorithm
Fibonacci…in nature
All...is math...
We...were...ONE
Now… I am...
REMAINDER