Curtains Up

Cool for the real show
Steady as a rock
Slipping through calendars
Picking my own lock

Seventy or eighty numbers
Stood surrounding me
No order I could cipher
Would make them really be

Some now will come soon
Again some voice will tell
Confusion has an ending
A beginning just as well

I do go slow, though
Faster in my brain
Cool for the real show
Starting over again

JM

Funeral

My body slowed like a rock
The clock crawled to a stop
Simple pounding thoughts played
The cadence over riding the phrase
Doom of a bad news day loomed
How soon will it go, and where?
The scene of a roomful of people
Saying good bye to one

JM