Noises jammed my scan
Static lightning mistakes
Messed my plan
Pit stopped, I smelled
This as another “I can”
Attempt at self reconciliation
Amidst the
Thought traffic jam.
“Ear-ran.”
I ran,
Feet heart beat fast
I reached at last
A place where thoughts
and acts
Cannot crash
Un back lash ash to ash.
Smash.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Thought . . .
Is constant,
Is clear like glass yet
Chiaroscuro in effect,
Is swift and yet
Turbulent as air in flight,
Is rough like a bare
backed, bucking bronc’s haunch,
Is wasted more often than
Not,
Is quick and dead
Before there’s time to think,
Is here and now and then gone
In a
Blink.
Is clear like glass yet
Chiaroscuro in effect,
Is swift and yet
Turbulent as air in flight,
Is rough like a bare
backed, bucking bronc’s haunch,
Is wasted more often than
Not,
Is quick and dead
Before there’s time to think,
Is here and now and then gone
In a
Blink.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Making love to Watergate
Nixon and I and you
Sweating at a rapid rate.
Reprehensible
Utterly sensible
Lacking declensionable
Nouns
To possibly clarify the
Inter – relationships
Of we three making hate to Whitewatergate.
Clinton and you and I that is . . .
Sweating at a rapid rate.
Reprehensible
Utterly sensible
Lacking declensionable
Nouns
To possibly clarify the
Inter – relationships
Of we three making hate to Whitewatergate.
Clinton and you and I that is . . .
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Have you . . .
ever thought
“A slice of you could
Grow a clone”
“Maybe two, . . .
Each with lives
They could grow
Alone?
you could sin
They atone.”
Have you ever thought . . .
Ah well, from here on in you’re on your own
“A slice of you could
Grow a clone”
“Maybe two, . . .
Each with lives
They could grow
Alone?
you could sin
They atone.”
Have you ever thought . . .
Ah well, from here on in you’re on your own
Two Poems . . .
Time
. . . and applied ethics
measure out the daze
while I have amplified
both inner and outer gaze.
A Wish
There is nothing scary about a wish, except that sometimes
it comes true. It’s as though, by sheer will power, we’ve changed
the rules.
The future fraught with what we thought.
Getting our wish, we may have made someone else sad or angry or
count for naught.
Wishes are selfish and dangerous and a lot like hopes.
Hopes are what make us keep going.
Hopes are dreams brought into the
Light of day.
Hopes are games we need to play.
Hopes are humankind’s
Real way to pray.
I wish . . . ?
. . . and applied ethics
measure out the daze
while I have amplified
both inner and outer gaze.
A Wish
There is nothing scary about a wish, except that sometimes
it comes true. It’s as though, by sheer will power, we’ve changed
the rules.
The future fraught with what we thought.
Getting our wish, we may have made someone else sad or angry or
count for naught.
Wishes are selfish and dangerous and a lot like hopes.
Hopes are what make us keep going.
Hopes are dreams brought into the
Light of day.
Hopes are games we need to play.
Hopes are humankind’s
Real way to pray.
I wish . . . ?
THE SUNSHINES BLUE . . .
On the day outside my mind,
Rides like wind flies and trains of inconsequence trade themselves for
Thoughts as I wish for more than I can have or hold or even use in this
World gone mad as a hatter,
In a world where anything can un happen, can re happen, can happen more or
Less with consequences and all the trimmings,
While we (you and I) still stay in a quandary, at a loss,
Up in the air like a coin star-crossed, our minds flipping, tripping
At all the evil dripping from the last bomb tossed.
Rides like wind flies and trains of inconsequence trade themselves for
Thoughts as I wish for more than I can have or hold or even use in this
World gone mad as a hatter,
In a world where anything can un happen, can re happen, can happen more or
Less with consequences and all the trimmings,
While we (you and I) still stay in a quandary, at a loss,
Up in the air like a coin star-crossed, our minds flipping, tripping
At all the evil dripping from the last bomb tossed.
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