ATOMIC CLOCK

Look at your hand And think of this: However close You concentrate You will never see The atoms there That won’t decay Not even when The dirt you’re buried in Is swallowed by the sun

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SHE WORE SILK

She wore silk and issued citations To asses and pulled fools from mangled messes of their own creation. And he dreamed constantly of her perfume.

THE POETRY MARATHON MIRROR

There once was a poet so serious He presumed that his muse was imperious But when he attempted to write Poems all through the night This minstrel proved purely delirious

PRELUDE

Slowly slowly I am slipping Yet more quickly I am sipping What once approached The alchemical Has steered its way To the all comical And if you think This poem’s a gimmick Then please avoid The next hour’s limerick

A CAVERNOUS HAT

To sit is a blessed thing To sing a song while you sit And put out your hat while you sing Wearing dignified clothing While people fill your Cavernous hat with silver To be naked beneath those silken clothes To grow feathers through your nakedness Launch into the air singing Like a meadowlark like a... Continue Reading →

GREAT GRANDMOTHER

Tell me the story of Great Grandmother. Again? I think you only like the farting part. It’s funny. Pleeeese. Tell me. OK. Great Grandmother is very beautiful. She is not young or old. She is not big or small. Her clothing is completely made of numbers and it is see-through. And even Great Grandmother is... Continue Reading →

HE WORE BOW TIES

He built the best damn furniture in the world And he smelled like sawdust. He wore bow ties At night and let his limbless hair unfurl. A thousand miles away she saw him in the skies.

PROPRIETY

The shackled place From where they came Had nothing to offer Their daughter but shame You can’t teach a son What is good and right When bullets sing Him to sleep at night When drugs and money Dazzle his eyes And what is correct Is violence and lies It isn’t correct In a father’s heart... Continue Reading →

YOU KNOW JOE

You know Joe a wise old hermit a sharp cookie crazy nuts homespun the trouble with living like Joe is it’s easy Joe’s beans decided to tromp tromped up into the hills thinking you know Joe the first thing that went through Joe’s mind was I bet this is gonna look really cool Joe was... Continue Reading →

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