Words mouthed, words written,
ricochet behind the lids,
we visions acting out.
Blueprints are words,
reverberations are utterances,
of events witnessed, invented or soon to occur,
like the trip to the zoo when I was little,
where I saw 2 rhinos copulate,
or the thought that persists I can not lock down.
There's more to what surfaces
and more to what ripples
after it sinks.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
A Mental What?
Mental blocks are mental voids.
Nothing's coming out 'çause nothing's going in.
In disregard to the observance of silence,
I attempted to complete a chapter today.
As an observant Jew,
I ought not scribe on Sabbath.
Nothing's coming out 'çause nothing's going in.
In disregard to the observance of silence,
I attempted to complete a chapter today.
As an observant Jew,
I ought not scribe on Sabbath.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Cavernous
Purple pool in the under ground
I follow the path my derby floats by
Here I am him, here I am her
chime and lull between the gongs
Here I am faceless, here I am time
I follow the path my derby floats by
Here I am him, here I am her
chime and lull between the gongs
Here I am faceless, here I am time
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Twitt Knit
If you don't believe in spirits,
you haven't considered the cell phone phenomenon;
folks driving cars and buggies in aisles,
eyes blank, ears committed to cricket-like chatter,
a world divisible, invisible, yet contagiously audible,
twitter knit, humanity established
in a simulated kingdom of insects.
you haven't considered the cell phone phenomenon;
folks driving cars and buggies in aisles,
eyes blank, ears committed to cricket-like chatter,
a world divisible, invisible, yet contagiously audible,
twitter knit, humanity established
in a simulated kingdom of insects.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Like Rain
Rain falls in divers weights and intensities.
Spring showers are light. Summer drenches heavy
Autumn drizzles. Winter's rain streaks cheeks.
This week, it rained a lot. I stayed indoors.
Religiously, I watched the Casey Anthony Case.
With an eye for inquisition, I judged her positively guilt.
What my surprise when the jury saw it different!
Just before the verdict was spoken, I felt sorry for the accused.
Maybe she had killed her 2 year old daughter. Maybe she hadn't.
We are victims all.
On another note, what relief brings rain.
What release when a strong wind bends trees and shakes the forest.
Spring showers are light. Summer drenches heavy
Autumn drizzles. Winter's rain streaks cheeks.
This week, it rained a lot. I stayed indoors.
Religiously, I watched the Casey Anthony Case.
With an eye for inquisition, I judged her positively guilt.
What my surprise when the jury saw it different!
Just before the verdict was spoken, I felt sorry for the accused.
Maybe she had killed her 2 year old daughter. Maybe she hadn't.
We are victims all.
On another note, what relief brings rain.
What release when a strong wind bends trees and shakes the forest.
Friday, July 1, 2011
How far can I go with this?
My timbers sag,
my heart is bandaged in barnacles.
Take three deep breaths and weigh anchor.
Balloon, ahoy! The old boy is back to kid.
Borrowing a line from a famous lady poet,
he places his tattered copy of the Kama Sutra
on the night stand, and in a glass of vodka,
puts his false teeth.
my heart is bandaged in barnacles.
Take three deep breaths and weigh anchor.
Balloon, ahoy! The old boy is back to kid.
Borrowing a line from a famous lady poet,
he places his tattered copy of the Kama Sutra
on the night stand, and in a glass of vodka,
puts his false teeth.
Centering Emotions
When to act, when to stand back,
clarity of mind dictates the action.
When opportunity knocks, courage is indifferent
as to the gross weight of sacrifices.
Risk factors, taken into account,
makes a dare all the more intriguing.
clarity of mind dictates the action.
When opportunity knocks, courage is indifferent
as to the gross weight of sacrifices.
Risk factors, taken into account,
makes a dare all the more intriguing.
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