Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Fifth Bottle











am I not the same as I was yesterday?
or have I changed from good to evil?
why does the world see so differently
than it did when 'everything' changed
so radically that nothing else ever
mattered, and produces question after
question of secrecy - the power
to question un-mercifully

this is no way to be free

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Careful Fear














when i think of all the wrong
walking about all the world wishing evil
upon fellowmen they know
so closely and so well

i am unfortunately
selfishly human
in wondering
and wanting to know
what any amount enforcement can do with this?

because to know and think another
would inflict
willfully
a lifelong pain
with suffering
on another or any other
seems unconscionable,

yet this is a pattern of anger
anger developed from pain
one gained with experience
through years of violence
and rage

to inflict pain
on those close
or far

who is safe with this kind of anger?

I am unfortunately
selfishly human
in wondering
and wanting to know
what any amount of law enforcement can do
with this

except to imprison US


Monday, April 29, 2013

Waiting for Venus











thinking time
                 and tinkering
Amy
       her hair was perfect
thinking Amy
                      coveting her
sitting anywhere
she is here

I am contemplating
Amy
thinking her
and I am sitting here
thinking her
split-second vision of moment
coming
near

she appears

we have a juice
and i think
Amy

what time is it on Venus?

I want too,
but then she goes

gone gone gone

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Perfect Girl











why would I love you
more than I would want you
love you
like I could want you
why would I want you
more than I could love you
like I would want you
more than I could want you

perhaps

more than I could love you
like I would love you
more than I will want too
more than that
I
can never have you

H. Finn

life is just
an unfortunate series
of fortunes
and misfortunes,
genuine moments
and forgettable
lyrics


H. Finn it is

those of evenings
when everyone spoke
to everyone
but then
listened like a lizard

something uttered
within the tether
worshiped and lifted

it,

H. Finn it is
submitting to Saturdays
when all group to eat
devour
talk and meet
then dine and drink
to look and think

 H. Finn, H. Finn

life is just an unfortunate
series of fortunes

when i see her

this is what i think!















Sunday, April 21, 2013

Worm in a Can












i wiggled to no avail
darkness no thought
just confinement

i cannot get to it
but i am contained
certain i feel

there is
pain in a can
unlike anyone feels
because i put me here
Alone

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Petal



beautiful mind
such soft youth

writing chess
and playing poetry

gone is its petal
this thistle
this flower of life

its flame which rose
strikes Thor

his Hammer
now lies
lone
        gone
solitude
its quiet striking bells

banging holy,

reverent tears drop
after all disappear

everyone leaving
going home
now

writing chess
and playing poetry