pieces

When I was younger,
I could remember anything,
whether it had happened
or not;
but my faculties are decaying
now and soon I shall be so
I cannot remember any
but things
that never happened.
It is sad to go to pieces
like this
but we all have to do it.

 

NEW WORDS

they have been friends of mine these many years
often they came from somewhere deep inside
welling up as water released like tears
rivulets of thought o’er blank sheets they’d slide
much as if they played with their own beauty
we cannot live without words nor want to
a sword to use against our enemy
people are learning yet all this is new
often borrowing words from Cervantes
allows me to tell of this wondrous place
knowing words is not always knowing thoughts
most happy while held in their warm embrace
worn by elusive words I would master
if I sleep tomorrow will come faster

unseen

While our curate made his speech

the disguised woman stood as one half asleep

now beholding the one now the other

without once moving her lip or saying a word

just like a rustical clown

when rare and unseen things to him before

are unexpectedly presented to his view

Sancho

our jaded squire spent

not his time so vainly

having his stomach well stuffed

and that not with succory water

he carried smoothly away

that whole night in one sleep

if his master had not called him up

neither sunbeams which struck on his visage

nor melody of birds

which were many and did cheerfully

welcome the approach of a new day

could have been able to awake him

VIEJO MOLINO

molino is a Spanish word for windmill

they have been known to appear as giants

it would be most ignominious to assault one

stationary tho they be helpless they are not

such folly as befell that noble of la Mancha

waits beneath those wildly flailing arms

remembrance rules my early morning ritual

as I pour yet another cup of Viejo Molino

Stop!

Stop!

There was first a game of blind man’s buff.
Of course there was.
I no more believe Topper was really blind
than I believe he had eyes in his boots.
My opinion is, that it was a done thing
between him and Scrooge’s nephew
and that  Ghost
Christmas Present knew it.
The way he went after that plump sister
in the lace tucker, was an outrage
on the credulity of human nature.