Pining to Get
Bussed
New Jersey transits
great for keeping down
blood pressure, if I
dont sit back and frown
at crowded buses that
take time to come
so that they render sober
senses numb.
As such I walk the 16
blocks to wait
where buses to New York
originate
from different access
regions to the mouth
of the Lincoln Tunnel for
the ride out
of Union City into New
York. There,
but 20 minutes later, I
repair
my sensibilities for all
the cost
of getting The Big
Apples river crossed.
Intestinally, I still
need depends!
For, as Im chasing
for one, therere rear ends
of buses telling me to
kiss their gas!
Still further, NJ Transit
will harass
me when hence forthcoming
buses take the fork
in roads to cities other
than New York!
Already losing time, I
start to cuss,
while waiting ten more
minutes for a bus
that seems preferring the
suburban route
to cities where our
working folk commute.
And even as my senses
start to pall
for New York City streets
that start with Wall
or Times Square where the
yearly ending ball
drops, or Radio City
Music Hall,
I see a bus enroute to
Mill Creek Mall!
Bedside Manner
It wasnt just
enough to lecture me
on the fluidity of gender
roles,
while I lay bedbound in
your custody.
You got me understanding
the controls
society exerts on our
lives,
as if I needed guidance
to persuade
me of your agency.
Forget the drives
endemic to us all. Your
fusillade
of mandates advocating
womans right
to fluid gender styles
was a prepared
confession I was
ill-disposed to slight
before a young physician
who had fared
so well in life. And
seeing me assent
to your imposing ear, you
waxed content.
Beseech
God
But when you pray
dont do as heathens do,
and wish harm comes to
those whove done you ill.
Accept the fact they know
whats best for you,
and bear their scourge as
if it were Gods will.
Nor selfishly deprive
them of the same
beneficence that they
deem fit and just.
But lest you be accused
of pride, or claim
a place above your peers,
bequeath it thus
to all who think their
strategies are fair.
Petition Heaven that such
precious fruits
be properly dispersed to
those who care
for justice. Tout the
beneficial roots
of all the tactics that
good men condemn.
Then pray they favor
those supporting them.
Opera
Comique
I helped Pierre defend
himself last week!
Id never let some
bum get off and speak
the way this bully did,
about to tweak
Pierres beard.
Are you a man or a geek!
I challenged Pierre,
goading him to wreak
vengeance and to tone
down his yellow streak.
It worked. For the lout
didnt even squeak
when, Slam! Wham!
Bam! You should have seen the meek
Pierre turn black and
blue without a shriek
as the lout unloaded with
a unique
blend of punches from his
brawny physique
that made Pierres
legs crumble like antique
furniture. Of course the
roughneck would sneak
away before cops arrived
on the bleak
scene. But brave Pierre
turned the other cheek,
preferring to consider my
critique
that praised the failsafe
falls of his technique
in weathering the beating
of that freak.
In due course I would
dutifully seek
an ambulance. For he was
up shits creek.
But why did he just lie
there with such pique?