Sedona Wire from Sedona Arizona

Disco music is an oxymoron.
A wonder bread plagiarizing of
Motown muse
Polyester nightmare of
silly wide collars and
Slacks that not only cut
sperm production by 80%
But give disco fever and disco rash as well

Burn baby, burn

Life in America

We don't do death in America.
We do lunch
we do our hair
dye away the gray
pretty please.
Then off to the spa desperately seeking youth.
Death is kept on TV
a good box for it, with ads for longer life in-between.
Or stretched out in convalescent homes
the way stations for the dead
who forgot to live.

Mila upstairs dying,
Cancer calling out her flight number.
Stroke already took half of her the other night.
She refuses to go to a home she is home headed home.

Holding my hand
her eternity brushed mine,
changing my death forever.