Poems

Intermittent Lines

Everyone's insane when he's asleep.

Forget the quotidian world.

It only ends in death.

In increments you get there.

People are little machines

Wound when they were born.

Push the colored buttons

And watch toys react.

No one thinks or chooses.

And everybody dies.

Thank god.

Everybody dies.

8-9-13

 

Knowledge

I know nothing about history

Or current world events.

Physics and astronomy

Make no earthly sense.

For every occupation

I have proven far too dense,

But poesy which offers no

Financial recompense.

8-8-13

 

Sand Poems

My verses are flat. They don't sparkle.

Rather benign and bland.

Rolling along in the rhythm.

Carved by the sea in the sand.

There they shall stay til another

Breaker has washed them away.

The ocean will drown them tomorrow.

Today it's where children play.

The charm and illusion of children!
They're hateful. They holler. They hit.

They injure and jeer at the weaker,

And take anything they can get.

8-9-13

 

Potatoes & Cheddar

Eating makes me happy.

A soft euphoric glow

Fills me, and I'm sweetly calm, benign.

It doesn't make me wiser.

I do not understand you.

It doesn't make me stronger.

Rather I relax.

It doesn't add a stitch

To my usual attire.

But the egg of symbiosis cracks.

8-8-13

Hate Poems

Horrid hateful poems!

Though everything I hate

Deserves it. Homophobia and war.

Bigotry and running through red lights.

Getting rid of immigrants,

The slow decay of art.

Let it pass. It will be here tomorrow,

Though I may not,

And where is poetry?

8-8-13

 

Why Bother?

Separate your poems from your life.

Who cares? To them it's just another song

To like, dislike, and then forget about,

And everything that's pertinent to you

Is totally irrelevant to them.

Sappho made a history of love,

Keats a lot of notions in the air.

8-8-13