You think a dot on a page is fixed?
It's not.
If it doesn't go away,
you will.
The same for good
and evil times.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Eating Sand
A rough time in Babylon
too hot to be armored
too dangerous not
How did we get in this mess?
too hot to be armored
too dangerous not
How did we get in this mess?
Moses In Egypt
They don't have a clue as to their intrinsic value
They are blind as to their beauty skin-deep and beyond
As to how smart they could be, they do not begin.
Pharaoh has shackled more than their feet
They need to pull the weave out of their heads
They are blind as to their beauty skin-deep and beyond
As to how smart they could be, they do not begin.
Pharaoh has shackled more than their feet
They need to pull the weave out of their heads
Soul in Transit
everything's layered
touch and sound layered
poet, listen to your ear
to your insistent breathing listen
of your fingertips take note
write, that all is clock
till silence docks at finite pier
touch and sound layered
poet, listen to your ear
to your insistent breathing listen
of your fingertips take note
write, that all is clock
till silence docks at finite pier
The Quality of Comfort
whatever the mood,
let's indulge the opposite
no full moon stays full for long
new moons are shortened
let's indulge the opposite
no full moon stays full for long
new moons are shortened
Friday, January 1, 2010
Lottey Fix
A moment of truth may be delayed in arriving.
And so it was for Gosh Wheelright
who had played sundry lotteries for years
with only paltry returns for the money invested.
On a fateful Wednesday morning,
his eyes bulged. He gasped an expression
infrequent to him; Oh my God, I'll be damned.
The Mega Millions he had won
His first reaction was sober.
Verify the numbers. Verify he did.
The second reaction was reactionary.
A roar was broadcast from Apartment ID
The latter he vacated without delay,
without notice, without return address.
The following message he stuck to the door:
Get fucked you all!
There's much to weigh in a sudden get rich.
Where do I buy that condo, Nova Scotia or the French Rivera?
I stay in Chicago, I might need to hire bodyguards.
Who protects me from the bodyguards?
And about that cruise, I've always imagined.
To the Bahamas or an air conditioned one through the Amazon
then up the Straits of Magellan and on to the hula skirts of Tahiti
My every wild dream is about to be fulfilled.
A week later, Mr. Wheelright suffers a stroke
while humping two hermaphrodite twins in Caesar's Palace.
Moral of the story?
Don't visit Las Vegas
...to be continued
And so it was for Gosh Wheelright
who had played sundry lotteries for years
with only paltry returns for the money invested.
On a fateful Wednesday morning,
his eyes bulged. He gasped an expression
infrequent to him; Oh my God, I'll be damned.
The Mega Millions he had won
His first reaction was sober.
Verify the numbers. Verify he did.
The second reaction was reactionary.
A roar was broadcast from Apartment ID
The latter he vacated without delay,
without notice, without return address.
The following message he stuck to the door:
Get fucked you all!
There's much to weigh in a sudden get rich.
Where do I buy that condo, Nova Scotia or the French Rivera?
I stay in Chicago, I might need to hire bodyguards.
Who protects me from the bodyguards?
And about that cruise, I've always imagined.
To the Bahamas or an air conditioned one through the Amazon
then up the Straits of Magellan and on to the hula skirts of Tahiti
My every wild dream is about to be fulfilled.
A week later, Mr. Wheelright suffers a stroke
while humping two hermaphrodite twins in Caesar's Palace.
Moral of the story?
Don't visit Las Vegas
...to be continued
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