What if it all goes Right

Instead of Left

Behind

or Up

Side-

Down

in Front

What if it all goes Right

Away

From

There

to Here

What if it all goes Right

Back

In.

Patches was a Lovey

Made long ago

Hand stitched

Hand me down

Kisses and Hugs

Hand me down

scrapes of Pants

Favorite T-shirts

and Pillowslips

a Stuffy, stuffed belly

Full like Thanksgiving

With the Fluff filling

Of our silly Outgrown

Warm winter coats

Experts recommend

Radical Responsibility

shooting Oneself in the foot

if it means Taking Action

and Feeling, if not Good,

then Something, say Useful

or Redemptive though

the dirty step Forward

may prove Backward

and so, One must Proceed

with reasonable Caution,

but Proceed, is the word

Operative, Prismatic

because doing Nothing

is tacit Approbation

of the Whatever aside

that is Happening live,

Like a shady White Lie.

Personally, I can't stand it when Authors make their characters have Contrived names. Or burden their protagonists with Oppressive symbolism or metaphorical Meanings that only the writer ever knows of... I like good wholesome Common names that you find on any street. Bob is good. Everybody can related. Who hasn't had a dozen Bob's in his or her life?

Your Honor,

seems

We showed up

on Time

Laying Down

I brought the Bail

Myself

Cause I know

There's no getting

Free Out

Like the

wrinkled Will

of the Forehead's

Knock

On Tick cover

of shredded

Concrete

Problems

in Shadow

Lined,

Conscience

Barred

in the Name

of the Almighty

Dollar

I

Co-sign,

Like a

Blank check,

that This

would Depend

maybe on That

or that That

would Depend

on This or

Some Other

Trick of mind

for Sleeping,

Fit...

Adequate

In Company

Any one of ten

I might Commit

Daily

against the

Twelve of Clock

or God forbid

Omit

in Tithing

and thus Offend

the Jury

of Public Opinion

for Not

Withholding

my Hand

or Keeping

my Tongue

or Greasing

a Squeal...

But your Honor

seems We showed up

Before Dawn

Wracking

my Brain,

and I can

say my Prayers

Honestly...

One more time

Hold On

Hold On

We Say,

say or Said:

and Saying,

Does not

Make it,

so... So?

Hold On,

as Expression

of Desires

Under Lying

What we

Know,

in True

Tact as

Let Go

Let Go

that Wish

to Make it

Easier in

Looking

back and

Forward,

a Truism

Universal,

Hold On

Now

(Let Go)

Now

Hold On

Now

(Let Go)

Man had Horse

He Loved

and said Old Girl

Here's my Shoulder,

Carry me Home!

And the Horse

Pushed that Cart

Best as One could

And neither They,

Nor the Carriage

Would move,

And the Babe

Puzzled over-

Hearing

The rattle

of Snake pits

Pockmarking

the Side of the

Main Avenue,

which Traverses

with such

Palmistry

as Each hand

and its Labour

might Produce

Cross the Ire

of the Lands,

As Luck would

Have the Woman

Planted a Hand

and Up from the

ground Sprung

a Fountain

of Water

and lo!

Then

the Whole

House Drank.

Not only,

but Also

We are

all In,

at this

Poker Table.

And point

Blank,

it's all

the Same

Alone

A/one

We are

all assured

the House

will win!

Whoever deals

or what Card

is played,

what extra Ace

is slipped, or

Mortal bet

is placed:

We're all in

till the End

and it's All

the same

One Table

turning, crackling

and All is one

all One and

the same,

a Conjunction

We throw

hands up

or we throw

Our hand in

It's all the Same

It's all and None

Much like

"apart"

but with

earned Scar,

a Slash for where

we Fought,

for a Way

Out from,

Draw back.

All the Month of May, and March, your birth month, are to me Mementos in our family calendar. Ever since your passing, not a day goes by that I do not think of you, but in these the Moments are that much more with Emphasis.

Mom you were my best friend. In ways, you will always remain as such. After all, I still talk to you as if you were right here.

In your Homemade pink floured apron, and the kerchief you wore over your silken hair, I can picture you advising me as you juggled things on the Stove, in the Oven and tended the Store front, and us three children. Mom, I've no idea how you did it. You would remind me to look at the simple things for Inspiration.

Nobody bakes and cooked like you did. I have the Recipes!! and neither I nor my wife (God Bless the Angel for trying!) can replicate. I know it was something to do with the Exactness of how things were done, not the pinch of this or that but How. Whether sprinkled in or rolled or in one clump or over Time. Or how Hot or Cold. You knew. And I'm sure you told me too. I forget. I have learned that Lesson though.

I'm trying to pass that on to the Grandchildren. That Thoughtfulness. That Thoroughness. And that Toughness.

Thank you Mom. It's that No Fail pie crust I'm craving now. No matter what you put in there is was always Right. Perfect. Comfort and Conversation. Just add You and Me, and a pot of Tea, with its yellow cozy.

To you Mom.

All our Love,

Keith

Note to Selfie,

• The rain Outside is like the eating of Dogs, salivating over whatever it is in the Bowl. There's the crunching of the Crunchy bits, and the slurping down of the slurry. That was before the Commute, on the walk to the Station wagon. Now we've all arrived at work. I only hear the usual Downpour •