A yard sale, garage sale
At H and 42,
Reminded me about a secret
Known to only me and you,
I thought of telling a story
Mysterious and secretive,
About a long time ago
Where people used to live.

But then I realized that I couldn’t
Regarding an agreement
About such and such,
After all, a secret is a secret
Off limits, do not touch.



Shopping Without My Baby

Without my baby
There is no point in shopping
I would just be a blind hare
In the field, hopelessly hopping,
Because I owe it to her
To include her in the task,
Otherwise, she might complain…
“Why didn’t you ask”,
About what she might have wanted
Had my Baby been by my side,
This is one of those things ya learn
After a lot of things tried.



If I told you
You wouldn’t believe,
My research
Regarding relieve,
Years of study
Trials and more,
Take it from me
It has been a chore.

If I had invested
In paper products,
I might have been labelled
As one of those odd ducks,
Chasing strange notions
About investments and more,
Yes, I should have done that
“Cuz now, it’s a chore.

Like many retired
There’s a whole bunch of wishing,
Things shoulda’ done
Exploring and fishing,
But that certainly is
Water under the bridge,
Now, it’s time to do something
Colossal or a smidge.

Now, I have told you
The depths of my desire,
I said that I’d reveal it
When I finally retire,
Although I’m not there
Thus, I’m jumping the gun,
A life without surprises?
That’s a life without fun.

Blissful and Sublime


Do you remember falling in love
For the very first time?
The feeling was blissful
And so sublime,
But, how long did it last?
We all have our stories,
Trials and tribulations
Blues, amidst the glories.

Considering myself
I suffered infatuation much more,
Anything beyond that
Was a horrible chore.

Indeed, I was nearly struck down
By those infatuations,
The lucky hand failed me
And numerous incantations,
I lacked basic instruction
In matters of the heart,
I didn’t know how to finish
Or even to start.

These things are not taught in school
Like basic finance and more,
We stumble into those prospects
Unaware of any door,
That might guide us
Other than some whimsical instructions,
No wonder, we’re all so screwed up
Stumbling around trying to make deductions.

Trial and error
Is not necessarily, the best way to do stuff,
In a marriage, some people bail
Because they are not tough enough,
To put up with all the drama
Psychotherapist, Marriage counselor and more,
I’m telling you brother…………..
It can be one colossal chore.

Particularly, if reconnecting
Was not covered in the original contract,
When things didn’t work out
Accusations were flying jam-packed,
Without instructions regarding how to deal
It is no wonder, husbands and wives
Fall back and begin to squeal.

Lordly, all of those blissful memories
Of love and infatuation,
Are long gone, buried and dead
Completely off the reservation,
Not even the greatest of Chiefs
Can resurrect the ghost of love,
It’s time to climb into the new boat
And launch it with a shove.

Cautious Revelations

This one was the hottie
Twenty-five years ago,
His infatuation
Surely did show.

Were crazy decisions
Based on that fact?
I don’t really think so
That’s not how I would act;
That she was a best friend
That’s what really mattered,
Certain aspects of his life
Were torn, busted and tattered,
Even a man who is no island
Needs shelter from the storm,
A hearty cup of soup
And a fire to keep warm.

A twenty-five year look back
Demands a new perspective,
Reviewing the crisis
Was something defective?
That was the dialogue
Inscribed on the page,
But much simpler than that
Without the drama and rage.

It was all about love
Maturity and life,
Getting married so young
With a pop-up wife,
Quite often it’s as simple
As shelter from the swarm,
An escape from childhood
And a bed that is warm.

Should one go back
And rekindle the fire?
It is ill advised
Because those embers did retire,
New fuel is needed
And a quality spark,
Perhaps it is better
Just to whisper in the dark.

What do they do for us,
Some just look back
To grumble and cuss,
Review some perceived wrong
Perpetrated on their being,
With a 25 year look-back
Revelatory and freeing.

Caution is advised
If you’re willing to do this exercise,
New observations
Unattached from the original event,
Take you spinning deeper
With a desire to repent,
And I assure you, brother
It’s not money well spent.



Ms. Todorean

While Manuel was reading the manual
I was distracted
By a Jack Russell spaniel,
That nasty little dog
Was pissing on my DeLorean,
Disturbing my thoughts
Regarding Anna Todorean.

I kept my cool and
Ran over that puppy,
Left it in the road
Gasping like a guppy,
Put the pedal to the metal
Down the road to Lake Orion,
Now lovely Miss Anna
She drives a Delorean.



Ponder all the iterations
Bitter and its conversations,
Food that makes you pucker and spit
So bitter it was, that thing you bit,
And then that time
When he attacked,
You bit his hand
When you got smacked,
Is a bitter beast,
Be more careful in the future
To say the least.