It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...


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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL + + + But please be sure to season that with the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Friday, January 1, 2016

A Very, Selfish Inconsiderate Act ... OR... Who Are We To Judge?

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In the family it was certain
that Uncle Bill would draw 
his own curtain.

In the dictionary we kept up on the hill
next to the word Loneliness was
a picture of Uncle Bill.

Since kindergarten, he hadn't seen his kids–
by  ex-wife's decree. Since then, his life
was skewered on gilded skids.

His jokes were always funny
and he never was short of money

He had everything in his home
but his punch-out was not there: everything.
He punched out under his sister's wing.

Aunt Linda had to clean the blood
from her garage and now her fears
are covered with mud.

Couldn't Uncle Bill, shouldn't Uncle Bill
have been somewhere else
for his final thrill?

His fatal finale, his final adios
was a luger moment after
the family was most

Confused, complicit and corrupted:
he made all of us feel
so interrupted.

When, in truth, we are ravens–not doves
when, in truth, all we should be thinking
is he still has our love.

His jokes were always funny
and he never was short of money
unlike Uncles Petey, Bob, and Tommy
and the loudmouth Aunt Honey.

He had everything in his home
except family.
   
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4 comments:

  1. On the road
    where something
    we are told
    happened before spring
    the lawn bloomed
    food for a raven
    but was removed
    so he settled
    for a small
    creature
    on the road

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  2. Uncle Bill told his raven
    Nevermore

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  3. Bounty on the road
    Sad nourishment
    The clever crow
    Wastes no one

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  4. "Bounty is where you find it"
    was something Uncle Bill once said
    to his favorite nephew, Nicholas (age 8).

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