Last Night with my Sister
Sitting crossed legged near the window of her room
Glimpse of the snow starting to fall as the sun sets
Part way left open
The chalk scrawled door to her room part way open
My name and the marks of my growing almost faded away
Nobbling with her sons around the kitchen table
Not knowing what to do deaths slow moving clock
Unshed tears begin to fall
Patter of past footsteps being chased by old memories
The Priest trying to strike up a conversation
Hes as limp as a wet rag
Nose rags too many being blown to ignore
Wake no more she is resting now for all time.

Camp Fire
California Camp Fire insane destruction
All the king horses and all the kings men
Could not stop the fire again and again
Not with water from an airplane
Then came the Thanks-Giving rain
The foxes hiding in their dens
The fire so hot burning all the oxygen
Camp Fire One Hundred percent contained
Many are Grave Yard Dead
Still many we cant ever find
Looking for the Dead, Dread
Dollars in Billions to rebuild cost
Everything gone from Mansions to Flowerbeds
Well remember to pray at Pentecost

Farthing Strings
He drank to the undoing of his foes
He was only waiting for her wink
Seven days every night
Couldnt loosen her farthing strings
His righ-wise-ness and straightway
Hohhot be gob she says
Did you see that bloody lunatic?
Wagging her tail up the aisle

Sonnet CLXXXXV
Swathe of coral pink crinkled lead-paper skate
Tissue paper covered Irish bisected electromagnetics
First placed weekly newspaper potential poetic
Four long lacerated black olives in oleaginous date
Marks of hospitality his own daughter late
Drank in Joko-serious silence host jocose sympathies
Cocoa creature contemplated but suppressed synthetic
Concave surface of a spoon three sips her mate
Relinquishing his symspho-starcnal still burdensome
Two lacerated scrub tickets to the Museum
Jersey Pears oval basket half empty Christendom
Truth stranger than fiction still quarrelsome
Rise in temperature double filiform crematorium
Jar of Irish cream light Platinum