Adam and Eve poem

I haven't written a poem in about 5 years. Back then, I wrote this wonderful love poem, but it failed miserably. The following is my Adam and Eve Poem.

Our 1st steps

In the first step expectations arise
and we realize our limitations,
the fear of falling
into the parable
of 1 and 2
when he gave her his ribbing,
and they both laughed as they crossed
beyond hope and boundaries,
loosening the boot straps that held them fixed,
the same straps we want to be pulled up by;
it's the same malingering story as before,
that parable about the first step
that first decision
which forced us all into the shit.
What's on your souls then
is the result of the one
that sheds his skin
from the same source of us all,
but whose fault is it?
can all the blame rest on 1 and 2?
And besides, isn't it all a miracle?
To move someone
even a moment in any direction
is the same as moving one 10,000 miles,
and isn't it all from the same source?

The Way to Enlightenment

The idea of a sexual encounter to achieve spiritual enlightenment is amazingly wonderful, and makes so much sense. My memory of reading Siddhartha 20 years ago is somewhat sketchy. All I can recall (so typical for a guy) is that it was important for Siddhartha to have sex. This requirement seems to support whatever carnal seductions I may try to spawn. I believe Siddhartha bedded down with a prostitute. So, that means that there’s something propitious in the sexual act itself, perhaps making the romantic notion of making love more of what it truly is, which is a romantic idealization of the sexual act. But, while reading this one section of The Da Vinci Code I do see how, during climax, one can completely reach the state of wu wei—wherein one is totally devoid of thought. How often have I tried—usually in vain—to reach that ultimate state during meditation, when my mind is completely blank. Having an orgasm is a liberating concept rather than struggling to focus solely on the breath, which is nearly impossible. What a great pick-up-line that would be to tell a woman we should have sex in order to approach nirvana, wu wei, or the middle way, thus emptying our minds and achieving a sense of spiritual purity. What one has to remember is how short lived the male orgasm is, but how reliable it is as well. On the other hand, and more seriously, finding the sacred divine is so arduous. That moment of emptying your mind is so fleeting and challenging that I guess any way one can attain it is worth whatever sacrifice is necessary. That just means in order to experience spiritual enlightenment I’ll have to chica-bow-chica-bow-wow as often as possible.

Taking Care Of Your Soon-to-be-alzheimers Victim

I just moved back to New Jersey after a 25+ year stint in Los Angeles to take care of my mom. I'm not sure what's going to happen in the ensuing months, but one thing is for sure--it's a lot colder in New Jersey during the winter than it ever is in Southern California. Gosh I miss the heat. I almost long for a small forest fire, a mud slide, or that an annoying location shoot would suddenly emerge when I turned the corner to make me feel a little more at home. It is both common place and a little irritating when you’re stuck in traffic only to eventually realize, “Damn they’re making a movie, a commercial or something. Now I’m gonna be late for my appointment.”
One of the most ironic facets of this entire dance with the moribund decay of mom’s mind is that she was so crazed when I was a kid. But I guess now it’s more clinical and acceptable. As a kid, she was so scary that my high school friends would jump out the window when her car slithered in the driveway. Today, kids aren’t remotely as reverent to adults as we were. So, when my mom told us a few years ago that some neighborhood kids talked back to her when she admonished them for swinging on a tree outside her house, we all wondered where their bodies were buried?
Presently, I’m wondering what does one do with another that is only sporadically forgetful? I'm forced to lie and put up a false front. I’m lucky that I’ve created this amiable persona for the past 35 years. Besides, being a caretaker seems to be my forte.