Category: LB’s Poetry

The Anti-Gravitas Blues

by LB

60ish years ago, when I was a student at Northwestern University, I spent a lot of time in my Tau Delta Phi room writing on the walls and otherwise driving my roommate, David Gerber (no, not that David Gerber) insane. Last night one of those wall writings popped into my mind, so I quickly leapt out of bed and wrote down what I remembered.

Here’s what I wrote, for better or for worse.

God isn’t dead. 

He simply never was.

It’s the boundless cruelty of Time

That makes us the idiots we all are.

If I were in school today, I’d probably make a meme out of this and then sit back and wait for a reaction that didn’t come.

So it goes…or went. Whatever. I’ve established that I’m an idiot so, in the words of Robert Blake (a second-rate actor and murderer who got me fired from Barretta, his not so big TV show that I like to think no one remembers: “And dat’s da name’a dat tune.”

(via AI)

LYMI
Laughing Eagle

Proof time isn’t real

stolen from Cristina Welsh

It’s always with us, amiright?

The Terror
by LB

Some people see the granny face above and remember it from our pasts.

Others see it as a kind of warning about our futures.

And then there’s a certain group of people who see it in our mirrors every day.

Of course my reasoning is specious,

But that’s because it isn’t reasoning at all.

It’s a feeling that comes straight from my unreasoning heart.

LYMI
LB

Happy Mothers Day

by LB

To my daughters and daughters-in-law.

Jenny

Sarah

Sabrina

You have no idea how proud G the B and I are of you and yours.

And, frankly, of the fact that at this stage of life,

We can remember your names.

The Brody Lilac Tree is in Bloom

(The Brodys' view from an undisclosed location)

by LB

Ah lilacs!

Beloved of allergists everywhere.

Gwen the Beautiful and I have lived

With this little sweetheart for ten years,

But seeing it this year is especially inspiring

Because it means we’re still alive.