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At this time in life
my physical ability
is out paced by
my physical practicality.
Don't worry about me
my physical romancality.
He's safe, he's old,
my physical fragility
is dangerously close to
my physical finality.

There are song lyrics,
real or pretend,
"Oh Lord please,
send me a Mercedes Benz."
I'm certain God doesn't
work in this way
but I'll still try, my Lord,
please won't you send me,
a new Bronco, from Ford?

As a card carrying bleeding heart snowflake liberal, I watch with bemusement the hair-on-fire panic of my fellow commies who seem to be predicting the end of the world as they know it and the demise of all things progressive. The 3.5 trillion dollar Build it Better budget, surprise surprise, is a political football. My socialist pals are wringing their collective hands, cursing the two senators who are roadblocking the bill and all the Republicans who refuse to raise the debt ceiling, hoping the Dems will take the blame for the deficits of the past, oh, couple of decades.

I admit that I gnash my teeth and pound my fists but when I calm down I try to remember we sent Trump into exile down at Mar-a-Lago to hold court with his jesters and funders, plotting a return from that grave in 2024. I expect he’ll either be in federal prison by then or his hopes for another grand entry down the T. Tower escalator will be more than likely a grand jury, just one more prediction that crashes and burns. Meanwhile, back at the sausage factory, a package will be emerging from this Congress, one that may not have 3.5 trillion as a price tag but will more than likely legislate provisions for more health care, maybe even dental, possibly prescription drug cost reductions, child care, subsidized community college tuition, climate change provisos, rural internet, all this and more. What we down here on the South End call a liberal agenda, one coming to a theater near all of us.

So maybe it won’t be a total Green New Deal and maybe it won’t be single payer national health care and probably it won’t make everyone happy, but … geez, c’mon, we’re swerving to the left in an electric car. Who knows, we might even tax the rich and the corporations that don’t pay their fair share. Quit yer crying, I say, and stop expecting perfection. Progress isn’t a bad alternative.

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Someone asked me,
one time in school,
"Why do you take Home Economics?"
I replied, because there are mostly girls.
What else do you say,
when your bodies afire,
and those raging hormones
shrink your teen age brain.
I shall not answer,
I won't try to explain,
as I will not suffer,
for my youthful disdain.

I went to a gathering
of friends and relatives,
I hadn't seen in a while.
I saw my Aunt and
said who I was.
She wasn't sure, so
she said, "Please smile."
I don't have much to
see, it's more like a grin,
but my Aunt said to me,
"Yes you are him."

Working on a six pack,
going on the lam.
Am I drinking beer
or leaving, like in scram?
Hit me with your best shot,
record it with your cam
as if there was no tomorrow
across the countries, mass of land.
Leave this place forever; forgive
but do not remand
for instead of a solid foundation,
your footing will be sifting sand.

Three ants on a twig,
struggle with the breeze.
Next time, one said
we will stay with the trees.

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Run on the pavement,
not on the loose rocks,
so you can avoid receiving
the small stones in your sox.

You're the man.
You're the best,
except for Adam,
who went West.
Adam West then
was an actor playing Batman.
These crazy words,
ring in my ear.
Join me now,
have a beer.
Off we go,
into the rain.
Help me here,
I can't explain,
why I write
out words.
Weird they are.
Are you sure
this is my car?
It is yours,
told you before.
Here you are,
asking for more.

Why do we call
a knife a blade"
We can hone a blade,
meaning to sharpen, too.
I'm not sure about me
and I wonder about you.

Words can be soft
and words can be hard.
Hey! All you kids,
get out of my yard.