Tides In, Tides Out

Strong drink fogs the mind
and dulls the senses.
Bootlegging adulterates,
and adultery is witchcraft.

Sorry?

One plus one equals two
like 3 - 1 = 2, too.
It's not about being glad or sad.

It's the way it is,
when someone Amy-so- talented
chooses to dead.

Flag of Our Fathers

Think is a tank to be defended like cannon.
Think are the trudging platoons trenching the front.
Think raises the banner.
Think honors good work.
Think belongs to the smart.
The smart belong to the brave.
The brave belong with the free.
Flag of our fathers bequeath to the kids.

Sub Artic Folk Song # 2

And comes the time to ring your bell,
to dance Rasputin on the keg.
I smell old school, don't I?
It's 'cause romance is not my language.

Let me kiss you one last time, neither of us
is bound to live till summer.
Tell me again, what's your name,
and ist das German dat du sprechen?

The Battle of Berlin, January 1945

Sub Artic Folk Song

Ashen sky peels back into Lady Twilight's skinny leotards.
The days are getting shorter, our long johns will soon need washing.

When I think of fall, I think of crows.
How long have you been waiting for me to arrive?

Did you not see me on Doka Bridge,
when you were shoeless and in stripped pajamas?

Did you not feel me cover your back in Amsterdam,
even in America when you jamming the jazz streets of Harlem?

nEAR Perfect

Not since I was in kindergarten,
have I had the leisure to contemplate
what happiness is and often falls short of being.

I live an idyllic second infancy,
except for the occasional scoldings from Wife,
who craves 24/7 bodily and intellectual stimulation,

resisting to be to me
demure and chaste like a nun,
I, her priest and confessor.

Starlight

A star's radiance does not depend
on how many eyes telescope it on a given night.
The star is centered in its own existence,
though in night's infinite fabric,
it is but the tiniest of pinholes.

What can be said stars, can be said of thee.