Friday, August 30, 2013

Make-Believe Media



 













i’ve known poets
who did not know
they were poets
but all of them

they would know
you are no poet

one who microscopes
worlds
and telescopes Universes
this is clearly not you

learn to explore
discover these places
and you will be a poet

otherwise
you remain another bigot
a failure
in modern society
dancing around crazies
believing in them
believing in you

i can’t keep from laughing
at the fraud
society allows you

why care when control collapses
wheels fall off
wagons drop
progress stops

what then?
environmental concerns
change

Changes
changed

i have high confidence
make-believe
will never achieve your desired




Thursday, August 22, 2013

400 Miles


i drove record
thoughts across
I-20 for hours
and hours
devouring sandwiches

such moments
Doctor Who (mine too)
were getaways from life
all driving towards
Anne

kept this caravan
going forever,
and ever

an age it was,
gone again from all now
meeting again and again
Anne

hours there
hours here
missing
Anne

Complex



She is fire in my darkened swamp
warmth on a cold star
mist in morning
naked taste on Sunday
something unforgettable
on Monday
She is fire in my darkened swamp

a soup is but souls of a part
mixed together and blended
much as two as them not of another
can become as part of one

She is fire in my darkened swamp
dancing about sand crabs
all waiting
waiting and waiting for theirs
We are all waiting

but I am waiting
waiting for her

She is fire in my darkened swamp

but now I am waiting
waiting for her

dancing
She is somewhere turning near
i am here
waiting waiting for her