Old Man

I saw an old man today
Wearing a shirt like granddaddy wore.
he had that old smell
The one old men seem to own.

He passed slowly
frail and slightly humped
His arms were leather and thin
And for a moment I saw granddaddy.

I nodded and walked on
Breathing deep his smell
Holding back an urge to hug this stranger
As if it was him, and somehow I could be eight again.

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Otis Henry Grave

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Never allowed to play

They were never allowed to play
only stripped of dignity and life.
Their short existence too much for a master race
to stand
Led by a star to travel toward
gas, gun, and graves
that became the last toys in this life.

Never could they have imagined
a greater evil than that nameless party at the
zenith of a nations unspeakable history which
intelligence demands its name to be hidden here.

But now their names are lost
divided right to left and left to
Death.
To be a Jew was to wear a badge of honor
because we will never forget that
they were never allowed to play.

The Mission

An ant runs across my smooth countertop
Oblivious to the spray meant for him
Maybe his mission is too important
To be delayed by the chemicals

So where the diabolical trap fails
My thumb quickly prevails

On her majesty’s secret service
Might have fared better
Instead it ends with a delta faucet funeral
Washing down a spiraling steel drain.

80’s Day

I remember 50’s day
in the 80’s when we had it all
big hair, big bands, metal ballads and parachute pants.
Cable television, just over the horizon

We were unique, never changing like Magnum P.I.
Don Johnson and Bo Derek were never growing old
Whitesnake, Van Halen, and Michael before he was weird and still cool.
Eight tracks and records died to cassette tapes.

Reagan was going to save us all
While the Terminator reminded us, we were doomed
We were in awe by DOS and stunned by Windows
Computers were innovative, while we typed on typewriters

Now they have an 80’s day
Where’s the beef, Like a Virgin, and headbands
It’s all retro now with spandex and leg warmers.
Foreign to a generation who never saw the music on MTV.