THE EMPIRICAL EXISTENTIALIST OF BEAVER COVE
At the hospital emergency room
my knee pain was diagnosed,
pyrophosphate dihydrate crystals.
" It's like Star Wars in there!
the doctor was heard to complain.
His young assistant was very forthcoming
answered yes to all the right questions.
She is due to visit my home
for a follow up examination.
Hopefully I can respond accordingly,
infusible as a cat licking a wound.
THE FORTY SOMETHING SUMMER SKINNY
A cup of black birch tea
sits spewing essence.
That shoulder adjustment of sweater
is indelibly endearing.
The smell of naturalism,
some honey colored sugar.
Shelves built by an indentured carpenter
filled with every intangible
like a wall of flowers.
Round glass tables, not my forest
ornamental legs so blessed.
I leave my card on your vapor dress
now escaping to absorb the infinite.