Wondrous Contemplation: The sun has set On close of day. Round and round That bitter end. Spun into gold A final straw. Last cheeky grin Without a cat. One more melted Snowflake.
Getting Older
Now that I get older
I find that I’m
The type that
Attracts:
Warts and
Moles and
Polyps.
So I’ll probably
End up with cancer
Unless I end up
Some other way.
Nothing
"What's wrong?" "Nothing." A nothing dragged From decades ago Screaming into the present Colliding Into a mangled Train wreck Car smash Plane crash; The nothing, Of this Instant. I could: Choose to believe that nothing, just like I believe With incredible good-luck I've won the Jackpot Grand-prize Out of Nothing.
Shot down
Bomber jackets With Top Gun re-runs Air War stories And red-hot flak guns Dark pilot shades Turned to the sun Bandits on high Make bombing runs Icarus and Hell's Fallen Angels; Cool as all hell Wings locked in battles Flights of fancy And fleeting day dreams Shot down as one, All motes in sunbeams.
Poets
Po-faced poets, Pen, Pious poems, Ponderously, Period.
Genetics of Madness
I've an
Almost
Constant
Fear
(I must now
Confess).
She'll In
Her it
Madness
Yours
(No surely,
Not mine).
Or worst
Of all
From both
Combined
(In carnal
Crazy-mess).
Fairy Cherry Blossoms
Pixellated faces Peering out From behind a Fragrant Cherry blossom (Kabuki) Mask Does the mind's eye See features That never are Or were, Among those Scented curtains? In this strange Fairyland Flowers and pixies Are merely Fragments of magic And never never.
Magic Fingers
Wade into me with iron-hard Boots and Merciless brass Fingers Torture me with all your love Twisting And kneading you Drag out All those dirty rotten secrets.
Feet of Lead
Waking up with feet of lead
Pompous Bell
Pompous Bell Bronze sounding Brazen ringing Meaningless, Constant, Donging Dinging Bonging Banging On and on. One nonsense Tolling meter Best used To simply, Blindly, Mark Time.
Renew Anew
When half is done
there is no need
To wait for spring
(The beginning
of the
new).
It
Is
enough
To know,
The half is over.
Endurance is all that
Is now required.
We all endure.
Don't
we
?
One Lifetime
For some poor unfortunate souls Thirty seconds Is their, Allotted span.Others can't Even seem to live Thirty seconds Once in Eighty years.
Fashionable Epiphany
So the sayings go: "Clothes make the man", and "Dress for Success". But I've had my Fashionable Epiphany; That the man Brings the style To the cloth! Whereas, Those lacking Bring nothing. No confidence? Buy a logo, And belonging, Pre-purchase A Look, a name, Personality. The real answer is; With panache and a Confident aplomb Wear nothing but; A feather boa, Your cheeky grin.
Proportion
How many people do you know, Do you really, Understand? A half, or perhaps Round dozen? Oh, you come from A large, extended family? So, twenty, even thirty then? You're gregarious, Extroverted, A social butterfly? So, you connect, Deeply with, Sixty, Seventy, One Hundred? (flit flit) Now, there are Literally(!) Billions Upon Billions Of people in the world! Think, understand And with a sense of Wonder and Proportion In equal measure Shrink your Nameless fears, and Small-minded prejudices To a more Accurate Size .
Remember the cats
Any time you leave I leave too And while you're away My normal life Becomes a mix Of trivial, Selfish treats And anxious waiting, For your return. The whole time you're gone All the while You're not here All I hear, Running endlessly Through my head Over and over is, "Remember to feed the cats!"
