It Is The 17'Th Anniversary Of The Most Horrifying Event Of The 21'St Century

(i'm tempted to amend) my universal database of one hundred beauty marks




like most diligent historians of beauty
i have not one
but two
sworn duties.



to not only
capture in verse
precisely the pretty
but too also
limit the amount of words
used
to detail the descriptions
therein.



of course
i could
just as easily
saturate myself in gin.
pretend
that numbing my nerves
was the last word
in
oh so many historians
before me.



but who
needs another drunken fool
using worn out tools
to school
what may already be obvious to most.



so i
propose a toast to you my gracious host
that i suspend my rule
of
one hundred
and
use unlimited
from this point on.



seeings how;
there are an endless supply of dawns,
smiles to carry on,
eyes to inspire songs,
hearts to climb upon,
and
mountain tops
i have set you upon.


could one hundred be enough
after all?
and
should i be greedy
decorating
my kingdom hall?
after all
anyone can scribble hieroglyphs
still few
build bridges
where once stood only a wall.





sjw 09/27/18 inspired at this very moment in time by the one of the lights of my world: my rico!






from the 'beauty series' of poems