Motivation

(for John)

You’ve got to admire those dead flies

Hanging from the sticky strip

In the far from model kitchen

At least they felt passion,

died in the throes of it,

disappointing spider Sunday dinner

not gone for nothing

but wild with desire

not hunted down,

life fluid sucked slowly

till just dry husk remains,

strapped to nursing home bed.

No more choice.

Decisions have sharp edges,

necessary risk. Weigh the odds.

What do the bookmakers say?

Abandon yourself then,

Glorious, all the mouth sputtering

explosive words; with gusto

chutzpah, pizzazz, tah dah!

Deliver yourself into the arms

of what could be the last love.

Message hanging

till broom or bulldozer.

Swinging in the air

From the sticky strip.