When I start to die Wheel me out into the garden, please And lay me on the lawn I’ll want to smell the flowers then Watch the tall grasses sway Above my head, hear the croaking frog And see the blackbird Do battle with the worm. I’ll want to feel the wind And rain on…

An angiogram Is not a stripping police Woman called Angie It is how I spend The first Monday of the rest Of my life. I hope. I have a blockage, Arterial constrictions And a condition. Good thing I complained Before it got serious Said the pessimist. I feel like I am Not a man, but…

The mortal remains Steadfastly remain This morning   Tread firm earth Tentatively Seek new rhythm For the future Make the pace To slow the last years So they scarcely seem To pass at all   The mortal remains Defiantly remain This morning   Write images To draw the day out At the speed of light…