Love Arabesque

A man desiring his wife
a wife her husband thirsting
is circle and square
each one in the other

In love, these blooms blossom,
that angels on pins,
if permitted a peep,
might feel a wee woozy,

and soon start to weep.

Let Us Contest The Ill Presumed

Things get mislabeled all the time.
You see it when shopping.

Behold, these historical examples:
Citizens of the United States are called Americans
What about the other Americans who are without papers?

America was discovered in 1492
Forget that there were tons of Americans
living here for over 30,000 years?

Jesus inner circle consisted of 12.
Incorrect, the inner circle consisted of 13.
The 12th committed suicide and was replaced straight away.

1 + 1 = 3

Do not all things come in pairs,
and in their pairings engage and engender?
Thus, alike are paired off from different,
and nostrils akin rejoice at certain wiffings,
while others are caused to sneeze
at a staggering velocity of 120 miles per hour.

Duality is everywhere in homo and hetero,
in Adam and Eve holding on to their fig leaves.
The knowledge of good and evil.
The ignorance of evil and good.
Show me a guy dual to himself,
I'll show you a guy in need of a lobotomy.

Elementary Shape of The Cosmos

Is it round, is it conical?
Is it polyhedra as some insist,
without bounds as me would wish?

Who should get credit for creating the quagmire?
If not God, then those who can explain it to the rest of us dummies.
Enter Plato and company, and centuries of angry professors.

Thus far, the astronomers have our divided attention,
but wait till the North Koreans create a microscope
of greater descent than Hubble has periscope.

Then, shall it be proven once and for all.
Nobody created the universe. The universe created itself.
Thus it and only it can explain itself.

Old Coast Guard House

Smell it fresh like fish, nose wide open
A sea stirs in the depths of every coastal shower
to sheets attached on offshore moving columns.

Here we go again down to the sea in ships,
pray we return to our families.
Stand fast to wind, you race of sailors.

Bend to gale, but be not shattered.
You shutters, facing east, be you stoic.
You gutters and down sprouts come alive.

Deluge of Noah! By Neptune, again it's pouring.
Gables and planks and life boats,
brace yourselves against the stiff Atlantic.

SSS

I love You, my God, with all of my days.
In holy emptiness, would I love you more,
Creator of heaven, Creator of earth,
who fashioned me fingers to touch and to count,
and fashioned me feet with cute little toes.

I adore You,
God of Perfection.
In every which way
I implore your protection.
Life to live, love to give life.
Lord, be You jealous for my soul.
My sole spare from stepping in mess.

Flashes of Fatal

Happy birthday, beloved.
It seems as if it's about to repeat
nearing the hour, 40 years to the hour

The birth certificate read,
that Stan Wackowski was born at high noon,
Knickerbocker Hospital, Borough of Manhattan

Six hours from now, you would be 81
were it not for the accident
Me and the kids were playing scrabble

You went upstairs to nap,
when an easterner blew out the windows
A bolt fell the oak outside the bedroom

Ten years of wedlock crashed through the roof
If you're listening... the kids are grown
Bill's a doctor. Little Stan's with the FBI

Different living arrangement, different scenario
Out of Hatteras, a storm empties again,
my legs are too spinney to run to the basement

When hands on a clock fold
one on top of the other,
the clock cunningly winks.

Thunder nears.