Dad

Here it is Father's Day
As you shuffle to the Dollar Store

What must I give you in thanks
For all the disharmony of our lives

Now that you have no outlook
No die-hard military reaction

Now that you can't deplore my
Left-wing marijuana vision

Now that you are my fears
Loneliness disdain senility 

What can I  give you but words  
Thoughts that upset you decades

You frown at me from my iPad 
You decry my beard not knowing

Your own unshaven face mocks what
You tried to achieve that fantasy

That you love and are loved in return

Jack 6-14-14

Almost There

Almost There

Death eyes us in the storm
On Alligator Alley 
Rain washes us toward the
Gutter edge of our graves
You steer us side-road down to
Deco indulgence in South-Beach

We fill our guts with
Croque-Madame and crepes
Beer wine warm camaraderie
Fervent friends from Frankfurt 
In Venice you sing your sad song 'til 
Your detractors spill their tears

We shall forget it won't we
Your slipping into bed beside me 
Two dreamers adrift under the
Comforter and your playing guitar 
Next door to the wedding house
Secret tokes up-deck drunk on sea air
In waves over dazzling midnight sand

What we remember most the marble  
Patterned fine tile warm water shower
Touching kissing watching the attraction 
You want to wash me with your penis
You say and our intimacy shifts from the
Nakedness of bodies to our laid bare minds
As you give me an orgasm of solitude


Jack 6-11-14