Physicality
I’m conscious of my physicality.
Why does the body function as it does—
Maddeningly and inauspiciously?
I’m conscious of my physicality
Anew – and all my conscious cells agree
They’re irritated by the low-grade buzz.
I’m conscious of my physicality:
Why does the body function as it does?
–Tom Riley
Sure Thing
They malfunction, your neck and your shoulder.
Alas, even by day you feel colder
Than you felt in the past!
Youthful hopes just don’t last.
You’re not wiser at all – but you’re older.
–Tom Riley
The Other Raven
I know your sense of time is different, lord.
Your one eye takes the long and thorough view.
You sent a raven from your wisdom hoard
To Poe, who deftly grasped the dismal cue.
Still, as is known through nine worlds, you have two.
Another must have soared then through the air.
The centuries since then are naught to you.
So, Grimnir, is your messenger still there?
Then send him winging urgently to where
I wait, my mortal blood now growing cooler!
I’d like to hear of how to beat despair
From you, supremely doomed, the hopeless ruler.
Then again, wolfish sir, I don’t insist.
Too many lost Lenores are on my list.
–Tom Riley
Connecting with the Infinite
Is it entropy
that I am now feeling
in my bones?
–Tom Riley
Where’d My Elders Go?
Elders thought it my role to defer—
But that deference didn’t occur.
Nowadays I am not
In a deference spot.
But I earnestly wish that I were.
–Tom Riley
Junior Partner
Biden’s governing, loose as a goose—
But, apparently, far more obtuse.
Folks, don’t sing a sad tune:
Mrs. Harris rules soon!
(She won’t have the dementia excuse.)
–Tom Riley
Right on Schedule
Scheduled State of the Union? Joe missed it.
That senescence: it’s hard to resist it!
But had this come to pass—
A display of Xi’s ass—
Right on schedule would Slow Joe have kissed it.
–Tom Riley
Hopeful Sign
Have no doubt: China Joe wet the bed.
Dr. Jill woke as warm moisture spread.
Her discomfiture? Slight.
This occurs every night.
It’s the one sign that Joe isn’t dead.
–Tom Riley
Malicious and Meretricious
Biden’s stolen reign I do not dread.
Little malice is left in his head,
The unfortunate mutt.
But that Kamala slut
Will be ruling real soon in his stead.
–Tom Riley
So Long, Spooks
To the Halloween Season, good-bye
Once again! Who’ll be missing it? I.
It should last until June!
(That I’ll be a ghost soon
I cannot, at this late date, deny.)
–Tom Riley
Flammeus Gladius 