dream or not

this could be his last Thanksgiving,

his last Christmas, his last new year.

this could be his last Halloween.

his best was when he dressed as a pimp

and his sister and friend Robin

dressed as hookers, looking fine indeed.

this could be his last birthday, his last recollection

of the Hindenburg in flames.

this could be his final scent of history, of naugahyde,

of crinoline, her eyes lidded in sweet perspiration...

he may have flown for the last time over the chicken coop

into the clouds to greet the dream of an old friend and his great alligator.

December 30, 2025