Poor Londoners

Mitt was right.
Poor Londoners, they were not ready.
Even Her Majesty, feather in head,
seemed disgruntled.

Poor Londoners, they're in their own world .
Mary Poppins?  Why not Adele or Susan Boyle?
An old man looking like an lady singing, The Beatles?
Joe Cocker would have been a smarter choice.

Poor Londoners.
They do not have a clue.
Mr. Bean?  The guy's a parody
of Adolf Hitler!

Miss Ripple

We sing the reasons
we poem the seasons
we cry, we die
we prelude
these and more
we do not know
we explore

Doors are for feet
window sills for knees
the lesson here, do not fear
do not trust
let no man outsmart you
spoke has its place,
snake has its purpose

Cherish the natural
cherish the moment
stay ahead of the crowd
you got it going
the more they tell you,
you have to have it,
the less, indeed, you need it.

What's in a Second

The hype over the speed of light aside,
we mortals know time best
bye clock's moving hands,

and in the clouds which reach for rain.
Weather feast or famine,
time's the reminder.


I am, therefore, persuaded,
the flow of sand, grain on grain,
one second per second suffices.

Find Your Center

Be certain you are the moral superior
to the opponent you face.

Find your center
Hold fast to it

It is preferable to perish
than to surrender

About The Fourth Dimension

blood mud
sneak peek
sick pick


talk balk
stalk clamor
guy's a joker


fire bomber
makes you wonder
who's his mama

Memorial to Barbwire

Across the Continent

across the ice age

across the stone age

over the haunted Stonehenge

far from where the Subway reaches Coney Island,

gathers a concentration of inhumanity,

and in it a little girl in red coat is lost.

These are they soon to be mass murdered

for the sake of the birth of a brave new world,

freed at last from innocence and tolerance.

No they didn't.  

Did the fascist think

they could murder conscience

Out of The Womb

Night flashes
and behind it hollow voices,
roar and rumble.

What is this strangeness
that precedes falling water
washes me of blood and dust?

Forbidden

A child learns to love to game,
Love taste of sweet a child learns.

Does not love exercise partnership?
A child learns to disbelieve,