Poems

Flies

I was crazy – most likely insane -

And certainly naïve -

Just before I ran aground

I was stormy but not the sea -

I was human – a virgin life -

No psychology -

Clinging to the bannister -

Descending endless stairs -

I suddenly slipped and slowly fell

Into a deeper sea -

I grabbed a raft and thrashed around -

Then on a foreign shore

Transactional Analysis -

It is the devil's game -

To confuse and baffle

And tangle darkling minds -

Never again will you know yourself,

Be yourself or feel yourself -

And the words you can't explain

Attach themselves to what you think -

Like flies in an aquarium

That float defunct forever -

To rid my mind of psychology -

Especially TA -

No so much the words, as those who said them -

The edifice collapses in the night!

7-17-13

 

Words

A sudden assault -

A Parthian Shot -

Psychologists are winners -

Get some in your head and you

Are lost and gone forever -

And ineluctable the words!

The tones and the expressions -

The shrinks will drive you mad

And go away, and god will keep you there!

A poet who despises words

And has since 17 -

With a lexicon like Keats -

But it's diminishing.

Don't trust nature, god and never

A psychologist!

7-17-13

Some More Riots

Zimmerman got an acquittal

And black folk went to war,

Another cause for a riot.

Now how many dead?

When a fagot gets shot in Frisco,

Nobody says a thing,

And cops wear shirts declaring

His killer should go free.

But black folk don't like fagots.

So they don't give a damn.

Lincoln, Kennedy, King.

A few more people killed.

All over the country – I read it -

The cops are on alert -

Riots accomplish nothing -

But they're a lot of fun.

7-17-13