Tuesday, July 22, 2014

More Fortily


More Fortily
 
Last year, or maybe two ago,
I lost eighty-four minutes
            Of wake-time to sleep
            Enjoying a seventh hour
            Of slumber each night:
Fortily nap-needing. 
 
My waist, twenty-nine at thirty,
Now spreads out to thirty-two,
            Ok, thirty-three,
            Depending on the jean cut,
            Depending on lunch:
Fortily wrestler-built.
 
Hair, once my tall-spiked signature--
Me solia llamar Pelo--
            Sprouts most everywhere
            I'd rather it wouldn't grow,
            Stubbling ears, back, nose.
Fortily thinning grey.
 
Miles, thousands I ran as a kid,
Shirtless, barefoot on the beach,
            Catch up, knees crackle,
            Creases and freckles skin-dot,
            Spine and elbows snap:
Fortily less limber.
 
More pee.
More gin.
More Tums.
More Tea.
      More T.
            More Fortily.
 
The son, or sons, I'd have fathered,
Had I chosen that, would be
            Graduating now,
            Just like nephews and friends' sons
            And their sons' girlfriends.
Fortily bad-uncle-ing.
 
Words, cursed gifts, metered emissions,
Tongue-linger a bit longer,
            Stuck twixt brain and page,
            Disrupting discourse, debate,
            Feigning wrought wisdom:
Fortily what's-the-word-ing.
 
Defeats, historically many,
Fade behind sweet sentiment,
            Conflated victories,
            Writ with Momentitiousness
            Embracing promise,
Fortily love-loving.
 

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Fortily


Fortily

 
Thirty-nine and holding
            Texts near to my bosom
That, perhaps, I'd long forgotten:
            Re-reading for the first time.
 
Thirty-nine and holding
            Friends in newer esteem
That, perhaps, I'd undervalued:
            Loving again for the first time.
 
Thirty-nine and holding
            God tighter to my heart
That, perhaps, I'd displaced:
            In the spells of cold Science.
 
Thirty-nine and holding
            Washington:
            Jefferson:
            Franklin.
 
Thirty-nine and holding
            Victories:
            Lovers:
            Failures.
 
Thirty-nine and holding
            Fitzgerald:
            Whitman:
            Melville.
 
Thirty-nine and holding
            Betrayals:
            Faith:
            Progress.
 
Thirty-nine and holding
            Charles Darwin:
            Borges:
            Brecht.
 
Thirty-nine and holding
            Disruption-like stasis,
That, perhaps, I'd cloaked with pride:
            Building truth in sentiment.
 
Thirty-nine and holding
            This soul's evolution,
That, perhaps, I'd fought too bravely:
            Letting go, firstly, finally, fortily.

Friday, July 4, 2014

Evolution


Evolution

Union more perfected, justice established,
            Liberty-blessed for some, for progeny.
Landholding fathers, founding brothers,
            Birth-givers to the first gene.
Calling on God and Reason as kinfolk,
            Amending, rights-billing from the start.
                        Join Or Die.
                        Constituted.
                        Eighty seven.  

Fissure, rebellion, crisis, justice suspended,
            Liberty-confirmed  for some, for progeny.
Crestfallen fathers, embattled brothers,
            Mutated, naturally selected.
Crying to God and Reason like kinfolk,
            Amending still, freedom-granting.
                        Reconstruct.
                        Emancipate.
                        Sixty three.

Dreaming in chaos, disobedience with cause.
            Liberty-redefined for some, for progeny.
Black-robed fathers, assassinated brothers,
            Bi-Helix twisted, coded, knotted.
Protesting to god and Reason, strange kinfolk, 
            Amending through jurisprudence.
                        Deconstruct.
                        Now, integrate.
                        Sixty eight.

Progeny elected, entitled without recompense,
            Liberty-nuanced for some, fore-progeny.
Fathers and mothers, brothers loving brothers,
            Cankered species, new-gene cleaved.
Owning god and reason, hospiced kinfolk,
            Emending, refining through nuance.
                        Perfecting.
                        Digitizing.
                        Fourteen, then.