Last Call

Maybe we do, and

Maybe we don’t.

Maybe we will, and

Maybe we won’t.

For sure I can say,

By the clock on the timer,

If we haven’t by sun up,

There’ll be no reminder.

jcm

11.17.24 

The Legend of Blue-eyed Goo

It came upon a very dark night.

Blue-eyed goo was back in sight.

Blue-eyed goo was here and there.

Blue-eyed goo was everywhere.

I opened my door and looked outside.

Blue-eyed goo was on my slide!

And while the door was open still, 

Blue-eyed goo climbed to my sill.

Inside, outside, all around, 

Blue-eyed goo was on the town.

Franticallly, I ran upstairs, 

But Blue-eyed goo had come in pairs.

Everywhere I looked, I saw 

Blue-eyed goo's sticky paw

It looked as though I might not get free,

But just then I saw a tree

The tree, it hated, this I saw.

I jumped and escaped Blue-eyed's paw!

1993

Body Pain

I woke up to Body Pain

So sick in my heart.

“Body Pain, Body Pain,

Play an-other part!”

The yelling was fierce

In too many spheres. 

Body Pain yelling 

Caused all my tears.

I gathered myself. 

My voice like a hammer. 

“Fine,” I said, “fine,

Let the yelling be a clamor.

“Yell, all you pain points. 

Yell and be feared.

Yell,

Yell,

And yell!

Until we are seared.”

The yelling continued 

Into a powerful song. 

As the Body Pain receded, 

Became a great throng. 

It wasn’t as bad

As it had been before. 

Body Pain was a partner 

I could learn to explore. 

Next time she comes,

I’ll try to remember, 

Let Body Pain shout

Like the noise of great thunder. 

She’s fierce and she’s loud. 

She can be a big pain. 

But Body Pain yelling 

Won’t drive me insane. 

12/6/25

The March

Presidents, kings, and emperors go

But facing mortality is eternal. 

We distract ourselves with many things. 

Though, life and death remain the crux. 

The flowers, birds, and bees appear. 

Yet nothing changes the march toward death. 

Please grab my hand and walk with me. 

It’s key to facing this grave step. 

Joceile

9/19/24

Mahoda (Song)

My friend Mahoda was ninety-one.

She and I had lots of fun.

Sometimes, she tell me how things used to be.

She’d say one day I’d be her.

I'd say Mahoda you can't be sure. 

These gravestone words are what she'd say to me:

You who read as you walk by.

As you are now, so once was I.

As I am now, so one day will you be.

The sun may shine; the rains may go.

Age it comes; although, it's slow.

Therefore, you all prepare to follow me.

If you doubt my words are true.

The answers still come back at you.

Each thing that lives must one day cease to be. 

The cycle is not pointless though. 

Everything in turn must grow. 

Therefore, you all prepare to follow me.

And she'd say:

You who read as you walk by. 

As you are now, so once was I.

As I am now. so one day will you be.

The sun may shine; the rains may go. 

Age it comes; although, it's slow.

Therefore, you all prepare to follow me.

Joceile

1994

Wondering (Song)

I’m wondering when every-thing will turn fine.

I’m hoping it’s coming.

I’m hoping it’s mine.

I see in the tea leaves my future looks bright.

My fondest desire is tea leaves are right.

I’m crazy in love,

And my chances are good.

Everything’s turning around as it should.

My only one fear as I’m singing this song,

Tomorrow, my life will go wrong!

Joceile

1991

A Moment

A moment, left carelessly lying around
May be snatched unexpectedly
By someone, who stumbles, unwittingly,
Into your Cathedral of Self.

Joceile
1975