I believe in reincarnation.
Have to. I’m old.
Still have fire in the belly.
Lately turns out more often
to be indigestion.
***
Realized I am happiest on Sunday afternoons
sitting in my huge leather recliner
watching my gigantic high-def television
an embarrassing number of channels
a large can of Foster’s
that great Australian beer made in Texas.
Finches chirping
Listening to the big dog snore
my cuddly wife napping naked in the next room
hear her, too.
Felt this way before but today
finally figured out why. Finally.
Knucklehead.
My whole pack is home and safe.
And I can relax.
***
Then I read the Sunday papers.
Odd how Trump’s red hat makes him look
more Presidential.
Not at all ashamed to admit
the only comics I find remotely worthy
are Doonesbury and Bizarro.
And how do I know those two
aren’t working together?