John Macker

Twenty-six Odes to the Macker!

You are
A good soul,
Living inside an Irish devil.

What a blow,
For you to go,
I didn’t know.

When I knew,
I couldn’t
Come see
What happened
To you.

Not fair.
I wasn’t aware
Of your fears
And tears.

Remember what we said;
No blame!
No shame!
No regrets!

Chopped Luckys salad,
Side of Roquefort,
And M-5.

Optimistic to the end.
You said: “Sooner or later.”
Then there was yesterday.

You were misused,
Abused, and
Accused.
You are now excused!

I’ll be looking for you,
To show up soon,
Kind hearted friend.

On a stool,
Not a nudge,?
Would make you budge.

Japanese G.Q. model
Of frugality.
Never 86’d
Even with a tab,

Grim at times,
You didn’t have enough time,
To learn the rhyme.

Too late;
Too early;
Too much;
Too reasonable.

A fabulist
You’re not.

Linen & scarfs,
Sage bright,
String tied
Pajamas,
So tight.

So sorry,
So sad,
The way
You had
To said
Goodbye.

Hoping you’re at peace.
And know you’re free
From earthly debts.

Your stamp is everywhere.
Soft shoe prints
In the Montecito mudslide.

Great big sadness.

You could get an artichoke
To tell it’s life story.
So, would you please
interview God.
And get back to us,
Asap.

Shared many a toke
Of my best smoke.
What a pest
But the best.
In the west.

Whimsically attractive,
Always in the middle.
Easily amused & mystified
By a gee-haw whammy diddle.

In need of help.
Til the last,
You were too proud to ask.

You will show up again
With your crooked
Dr. Strange smile.

Always a bright shaker.
You clever faker,
A true dream maker.

Sharing Hollywood story’s
A star in a jar
At Two Dollars Bill’s Bar.

Please forgive me
The future
I was not told.

Too late
To be saved
You broke your stem
Then locked the gate.

You are missed,
Hoping you’re
Resting in bliss.

Final cut: July 26, 2022

Bill Dalziel

Announcement: Macker’s friends are invited to an Irish Wake in his honor, on Sunday, August 14th. Coast & Olive Restaurant from 3 to 5pm, Lucky’s Restaurant from 5 till…