Biography of Michael. fanniesson
a thank you to those that read my poems
Michael. fanniesson Poems
Down For The Count
lying in bed 24 hour weather channel telling me don’t worry it’s gonna be bright & sunny tomorrow, pint of ben & Jerry's, box of gourmet
The Dog He Wanted
He walked the dog everyday the way he said he would,
A Nice Bottle Of Chianti
She was sent home to die plain & simple. Paperwork needed and her insurance didn’t warrant keeping her comfortable in a hospital bed medicated
I’d like to go to Arizona maybe Nevada sit on the desert floor look at the mountains and all that sky pray, no doubt cry, tell God I’m sorry beg his forgiveness
Coming & Going
And when it was over, when dirt was packed on casket, headstone moved back in place. The Mexican labors
Dream # 84
Death is sitting on the edge of my bed, doing necessary paperwork. Questioning me on my age
I’ve Become My Father
I look in a mirror and see the old man, I was told was there from fourteen years old.
One doesn’t become more beautiful with age. The wife and I both pushing sixty now, are sure of this one!
It takes two years to kill yourself, to get to the point you don’t care anymore, and even if you wanted to. You couldn’t bring yourself back.
Death Works For Her.
Like a kid standing in line for ice cream ‘she wants to be first’, explaining.
Another Poem I Can’t Saw The Wife (Part ...
You wake up and she’s there, and it could be a lot worst I admit.
39 Street Kosher Chicken Market
On Fridays the Rabbi came cut the chicken’s necks while saying a prayer, then hung them on hooks as exsanguination
On Killing The Old Man (Part 4)
I knew it was over between Cheryl, my black girlfriend and me when I found myself one Sunday afternoon in some store front
I Say Good Morning To My Garbage Men,
thank them for picking up my trash, wish them a good day, they look at me as if I’m nuts half the time standing there outside in a bathrobe,
I’ve Become My Father
I look in a mirror and see the old man,
I was told was there from fourteen years old.
I’ve become my father,
eyeglasses in every room, so as not
to waste precious time searching for them,
news paper & magazine articles stored in boxes
never to be looked at again,
poetry thoughts written on backs of books,