Telescopic Stew

Sky is Ceiling
Heaven has no Lid
When I was six I reckoned

Think Mind of Mine
Think Sequence of all Thinking.
Think beyond the Ceiling

Galaxies are Spirits
in the furthest Prisms
Hubble eyeballs witness

Horizon to Horizon
See telescopic Sea.
Action Word explodes

According to the Manuscript
Birthing ensued. When I was five,
in Puddles I saw Oceans.

Circumstances of War

That's how Haggard lost his toes
on a midnight bench in mid October,
the day before of balmy weather
storm blew down from Canada.
Into the park the blizzard flew where the beautiful fountains leap in spring,
on the edge of Sweet Auburn, where Martin Luther King Jr. is entombed.

Assassins mashed both fellows, Haggard and King.
King for being black, Haggard because a vagrant took his shoes
while Haggard snored neath falling snow blanketing on him in the park;
King Preacher of civil rights; Haggard sergeant first class in Korea.
Later in Viet Nam; the trooper got a taste of Agent Orange.
King, beaten dizzy by burly cops; Haggard, grenade shards in his back.

The poor wifeless Haggard,
homeless, hapless Haggard,
Toe-less sergeant first class.
Whoever experiences combat,
to  some degree we become like him.
Conditions of war.

Writing Fiction

Whatever the genre
whoever the audience
the writing of fiction
lends plausible arguments
in defense of alternate realities.

The writing of fiction rummages
through age old questions.
Are We alone?
And what about String Theory?
And what about Spaghetti?

What a deal.
I provide you symmetry
in exchange for room and board.

Vampires and Werewolves

Ages 21 to 35,  do you read me?
I .invite you to of my apple take a bite.
My childhood experiences I brought from Asia.
The streets of New York were my finishing school.
Hear me, my children, I do not give bad advice.

Strive to withdraw from the work force early.
It is not fair to work for decades
and retire decrepit, an award on the wall
for having achieved Fat Man's goals.
Capitalism can be gamed.

Equally important is to live secretive.
The only evil eye that need concern you
is that of official inquiry and peer scrutiny.
Be invisible and be invincible.
Chasity and privacy demand Fort Knox security,

The pursuit of happiness requires well guarded privacy.
In that regard, do not let people know where you live.
Dummy addresses give to next of kin.
For friends, a postal box should be sufficient.
Have your foes think you reside in Transylvania,

In creepy Transylvania where the woods all around
are cloaked in doom and fog, where on full moons,
you transition into a werewolf of vile ferocity.
and at dawn return to the crypt with other vampires.
Be invisible and be serene.

Dainty At Table

I come to the Forum to survey.
I prey and pray on verse.
I devour but do not kill wantonly.

I give thanks to the meal
that contributes to my nourishment.
Some eat with forks, some with chop sticks.

Hammers Soft, Hammers Hard

The writer of song has rhythms she owns,
she breathes, bleeps and blinks to galaxy notes,
the swish of her dresses when dresses she wears.

The writer of song dares happy.
Sad she ages by years and in barrels.
Here and there, the writer of song.

Present and inspired when Johannes Brahms'
heavy hands hammered hard,
hammered soft the piano

Call Me "Broom"

First my father,
then the teachers,
last of them my husband preacher.

Dependent of each other
and of one authority
they me duly sent into exile;

that I had no rite to write about
especially no right to question
every blooming everything.

When I  poemed local Polly Annas
when  Scripture-like I spewed verse
my ass they did and thrice did curse..

Through clenched fists I heard them oath
"Let's water-board the bitch,
and do humanity a  freakin' flavor."

"Better yet, between two walls
let's spread eagle her leg to leg
so she can savor a taste if hell."

I have survived you pious robes,
you hooded sheriffs,
grand inquisitors of us  maidenheads.

Bye, bye  I'm off, you sawed off males
to cartoon sweep
in other places, other faces.

What They Don't Tell You

Cialis warns:
For an erection lasting 4 hours,
seek immediate medical attention.

For an erection lasting 4 days,
you might need an embalmer.

Sunny Side Road

Chevy stops in front of my apartment this early Saturday morning
Driver steps out, squat, fat, ruddy fellow sporting  red t-shirt,
"LEE"  emblazoned in white across his male boobs.
Maybe name of college he attended.

Lee hurriedly opens 4 doors of car, including the trunk he pops. Kid inside Chevy
toots horn insistently.  Down the street, Lee's mate comes chugging, dressed in black;
flip flop footed she.  She smiles the smile of awkward moments. Her bra is coming loose.
Seems Lee dog, in heat, dug a tunnel under the fence to try to get to hot blooded Senorita Chihuahua.

All passengers on board --- chase commences in earnest for Lief. Mrs. Lee exits car
and flanks left; while Mr. Lee, behind the wheel, continues to jump stop and follow 2 miles an hour.
All the while, brat honks horn with vengence. With such a racket, at such an ungodly hour
Mapovia's Friday night  hangover aches the worse..  Only in America!

Oy, no observant Hebrew would dream of chasing a pet on Sabbath.
Therefore, it's safe to say, the Lees are damn, bloody gentiles. Finally, the big hairy dog
permits its capture, and Family Lee, satisfied with happy closure, drives away towards Pensive Lane,
one block north down from  where I live on Sunny Side Road,

I  note that the Lees' personalized license plate reads, "HELLO."
A rear bumper sticker further informs, WE LOVE LABRADORS.  They would!
Cartoon frolic is Mapovia's schtick.  Am I having fun, already?
Hay, It beats complaining.

Darwin, Horizon, Kilamajaro

You can't make people like you.
You Bees are who you are.
Whatever you are
be happy Evolution's works.

People might say
you're vertically impossible;
your're nostrils spaced too far apart;
your eyes have cow like  lashes.

Jackals will be cads. We Giraffes
can't help but being gals, physically adept
for higher grazing;  our line of sight not the Beetle's
who scours the day in dungs heaps.

Because these neck of ours gracefully extend,
horizon and Kilimanjaro play steady in our heads.
Thus, we walking skyscrapers are closer to Heaven
than other mammals.

Do not think us vain that we are tall..
We do not disdain, let's say, armor plated Rhinos
who dig for Grub with horn centimeters above their tar black lips.
Rhinos we are not nor wish we ever were.

Hithertofore, Animals, who coo, howl or hiss,
praise Lord Evolution's creativity
how far reaching who can guess?

I"m No Longer That

You want me gone.  I oblige.
Do not comment on my unkempt appearance.
I no longer shave.  I hardly eat.
Imagine me a ghost.

I sleep a lot to enter after dark dream realm.
I return to wake as those creatures return from winter.
As I exercise breathing, I endeavor transparency.
Glass you can see through, one side as through the other.

Once I had two faces;
one opaque, the other reflective.
Once I was a mirror.
I am no longer that.