A life well-lived occurs

when the sex is tender

and the heart beats

like thundering hoof prints

from another century

We get a genetic

roll of the dice,

raw dough

we can knead

into something,

and allow it to rise

or heave-ho it

like some do.

Many toss

their life around

like a bean-bag,

and surround


with living corpses,


to Dunkin’ Donuts.

If you have a wife,

she may love you,

but leave you


she doesn’t like you.

You’re no fun.

We need more

naked laughter,

to not be afraid

of the Big D.

If we stop sleeping

with one eye open,

we can get quiet enough

to love ourselves,

touch someone deeply,

and discover

the end of loneliness.