Pacemaker

Death came, yet 

the leaf clings

hoping tomorrow

will return.

B.F.M.

Bryers Cherry Vanilla

Emptied after two days, 
its creamy contents 
stales in
the whales belly
and he wonders why
he can’t shit.

B.F.M

Clocking In

I have no
romantic evening bell 
chiming dusk 
like 
a fine Japanese haiku. 

I only have 
the creaking
of the old man’s walker
calling me to duty.


B.F.M.