34
The hills are enlivened with the
sounds of Goths, Visigoths and
Vandals! Cross this line and that
invade my sub-conscious
ford my Rhine, cRape my mind
pillage my heart. The Burgundians
are coming! Gullible! Gullible!
There’s a giant on the breach! There’s
a giant on the breach! I used to drink
Liebfraumilch when I was young
because it was made by Bavarian
monks and tasted good with cheese
then I realized it was named for
The Virgin Mary’s Milk.
Markle~
15Decemburr2020
33 1/3
Art may occupy the realm of the spirit,
but artists do not.
She mentioned in passing
that I am as Jude the obscure.
How did I not know this was a thing?
This is a thing?
Now I feel like I’m cheating
when I look at the Wiki page.
Like reading CliffsNotes on my life
written more than a century ago.
The book report is due yesterday
how can this be unscrupulous?
Artists have bodies as well as souls,
and bodies must eat.
Markle~
14December2020
32
How do I mark the time now?
Is it necessary to count the days?
Weekends were a big deal when
I was young. Sunday especial.
We did chores on Saturday.
I remember vacuuming the cellar
stairs. (That was where the cats
and dogs slept at night.) We went
to church on Sundays as a family.
Then hung out together afterwords.
My siblings did the crossword puzzle.
I would paint. Or read. Maybe a walk
in the wood. Perhaps growth, like
rings in a tree are a better measure.
Markle~
12/December2020
31
Bless me father for I have sinned. It has
been umpteen years and a lifetime lived
since my last confession.
I confess father that I have made love
to countless women over the course
of growing intothisskin. and I cherished
them each and every all. Were they
concubines? No for we were ever
monogamous in nature and intent.
Most of them cherished me too
I should think but we will never know
for isn’t that the intent of courtship?
To try each other
on?
Markle~
07November2020
30
Demographics for the future are all
important. Focus, focus, focus. The
Sun is out so I go out. And draw
the energy in. Youth springs in
November. Subsequent avalanches
of the disagreeable transform into
Death getting the same treatment as
sex on the Advertising-love-goddess
assembly-line because guilt makes a
waterproof casket desirable to every
grieving war bride. Oh well, you know
it was in the ball park... Somebody’s
ball park! Better put my hearing aid in...
So much for the honeymoon!
29
Today I am in blissful ignorance of the facts.
A self imposed bubble of my own truth.
Knowing I will have to fly into the window
will not change the result. I don’t want to
bleed from my brain. These past years
have been concussion enough.
Please Lord save my world from itself.
Please God preserve something of the past
for the future; some semblance of the
compassion we all once knew. Just now
awakening I dream of my gravestone
the one I was carving out back the house
thinking I could pause this I stopped.
Should today I begin again?
04November2020
Markle~
28
Give me liberty or give me
COVID
It is pitch black
Make America hate again
You are likely to be eaten by a grue
These are not the end times
You can’t be a Christian
“I love Texas!”
If you don’t do things my way
This is the end of America
How was you experience?
Trust the experts
The first day of the rest of your life
And no cure there but to wait.
