IN MY NINETIETH YEAR, a poem

 

The vampire of old age

drains life from my legs,

weakens my eyes,

sucks away my energy

A certain escape:

The doorway to death

lying inevitably just

a day or a decade away

 

ODE TO THE HARD CORE , a poem

 

All praise

to the authoritarian

and his sons

No need for elections

or demonstrations

or debate

Know there are places

to put those enemies

who disagree