By the sweat of his brow. Making light of serious stuff. A poem a day by A. Light grew less in his eyes and other poems. Dad would rather not part with. His daughter into her marriage,. Spinster daughter,not a virgin. Her marriage is not important . Daugher is ,for doddering dad. Concerned about his hard shit. Everything goes down to shit.

A poem a day written in 2011 and 2012. A poem a day by A. The chrysanthemums are stars of a sun. Taking sun light from wind and worms. A bouquet to no one except an earth pot. Its mother of womb, softly under water. In earthly fragrance of mother and wind. A sky overlooks from a blue parapet wall. Topped with a Krishna-black granite like. Lake mirroring shore trees,in the evening . Like sky-stars they seem to last for ever. A poem a day by A.

I keep this from my children . I have to sell them this world. I keep this from my children. I am my good bones and they are my bones. I keep it from my children. And will be dust anytime by a conservative estimate . I keep all my estimates from my children. That is how I successfully sell the world to them. How nice, who knows what lies ahead! .

Everything is such a fake here including all things I have said and what I may say at the end. I do not know what to say next. I am just faking it for the real as the original vanishes in the sky. It is such fake overarching sky ,fake like your Gucci handbag.