Debba (line 16) allows that she is funnier than David Sedaris, but qualifies: "Not as funny as Amy!"
Donna tells me she wears a size 5 sneaker.
At forty-nine (almost), my knees are creaky.
Clocks tick loudly in a quiet kitchen.
Long lost loves never come back.
Shakespeare's plays are sempiternally new.
Jingoism is alive and well.
Audrey Hepburn had a beautiful voice.
Sleep is sometimes hard to come by.
Not everyone who professes to like me
Can be considered a reliable friend.
Ginsberg bores me with his cock and balls.
Letters by snail mail take three days
To get from suburban Boston to Milwaukee.
June can be enticing when the warmth is moderate.
I almost wrote, pollen is nothing to sneeze at.
My dearest Debba is funnier than David Sedaris.
Elaine was one of the sweetest women ever.
The second Mrs Dad, whom Mom and I both loved.
Sixteen years ago, she left us during the week
Of the Sugar Hill, New Hampshire lupine festival.
This is my first Father's Day without the big guy,
Also my first birthday (the following day).
A proverb from Japan advises
Fall down seven times, get up eight.
Can I confess that the big guy, as I've called him,
Could be a monumental pain in the ass?
At his best, a man of boisterous good humor
Who loved his only son and always had his back.
Saint Francis of Assisi didn't write the prayer
We often attribute to his authorship.
It was likely a French priest in the 1920s.
I was eleven when John Lennon was killed.
Cafe Listo is darned good instant coffee.
It takes me three Hail Marys to brew
A cup of instant coffee in the microwave.
Lesbian bartenders are wiser than Zen masters.
I love Our Lady more than I love her Son.
Anglican monks write funny autobiographies
And make wicked martinis (how I miss them!).
I can be vicious when somebody does me wrong.
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2018-06-11 at 08:38
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