momentary and eternity

grant me courage and wisdom
to celebrate life
both momentous and eternal
that craving for eternity
i miss not joy that’s momentary
and indulging in joy
i fail not sailing to eternity

a highway on my window

like that little spider
repeatedly slipping
as she climbs
my seven-foot glass window

i slide many times
in my striving to maturity
away from a mere living
by letting go those numerous orgasms
after the regular steadfast filling
of my belly which is a sheer span

my tired friend, then sits
and weaves a dream of a highway
to the top with no exit
or, just a fewer exits

ending in a daydream
like that of mine
that heaven with gold paved roads
bought with blood
of a real man
that refused the wide way

graduating

she now knows love
love, not a lifeless thing
that she used to talk about those days
while carrying a backpack
full of books and binders

a mustang she wanted to drive
symbol of success and speed
a perfect blend with boom
and the ooze of black-gold

but today for her
only one thing that matter
living with a man
sharing his failure
to graduate from a high school

that teaches not techniques
to survive that stoppage
of an upward movement
and a free flow of more

her achievement
she carries with care
as if holding the first university degree
that will open the greater door
to a doctorate
to walk around with a prefix
before her name

now she smiles, inside
every time she feels that kick
a little stretching
in that cozy cave
intricately decorated convocation hall
calling him, her baby
while feeling that wall, outside

her boy will soon graduate
to enjoy her love
her success, her own graduation
to that new title – mum