a retired cop

a retired cop

The Palos Verdes hill

through a window sill,

even if it’s blocked partially 

by the port

or the fog off the 110

is something to see,

because a chance 

to witness eternity 

will bring us to our knees.

A baby;

black, white, or blue;

when you make one

it needs you,

28,

a timestamp date,

a woman’s internal clock 

to choose between 

getting pregnant 

or bringing cocaine to house parties.

“Fun stuff,” she said with a smile.

Depends on the way

you look at, 

it could be seen 

as sad

or even tragic 

to continue in your old ways,

but hey,

every style comes back around 

one day;

Amirite?

Spell it the correct way:

AM I RIGHT,

to realize living your truth

is false;

even to you.

Like going to school

with mismatched shoes,

look down at your feet

and 

what do you see,

the future, the past, or purgatory,

stepping into what you do 

is an act of faith, 

but if that is true 

why do people act like 

it takes courage 

to remain the same?

Drink one soda a day

and at the end of the year

you’ll gain 15 pounds,

Airlines now charge 

for checked luggage

so what am I supposed to do

with all that baggage 

behind you?

It makes me think of clean dishes

in a dirty sink

or why my poetry is good

and yours stinks.

Vice versa,

like staph or mrsa,

the idea of retirement 

a terminal infection,

you only want to quit

if you’ve never loved,

enjoy your doughnut,

I’ll finish my coffee,

put on my suit,

and continue to fight crime 

like Batman 

on my own time.