turning fifty-nine
no tombstone too benign
no place for tears
no eulogy for ears
no homage worth its wait
no arrival to fake
you could hide behind me * gypsys and katos run smarter than me * between the monsters and you there’s a stand * taking one braver than a green hornet can
hoping you won’t mind
today you turn fifty-nine
some may say
I’m not to mourn this way
a cosmic joke played by hand * I failed to understand * even now when I wake I’m driving me to fake * taking back what I wrote * to those who bring no coat * to those from fifth avenue never meaning to be true * their prey will soon relax to jam a knife in the facts
needing a place to unwind
the day you turn fifty-nine
there’s no pleasing anyone
you were right to have fun
if not for your inclusion I would have more confusion * if not for the net the fishing I’d forget * having to bait the hooks you used to hate * having to grab your wriggling prey * got my Indian jacket dirty anyways
what no one will give
as long as you should live
nothing set in stone
visiting Mom all alone
I am all that I know
with only one place to go
heaven is always on time
the day you turn fifty-nine
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