Poems

What shall I write?

I am at a junction -

A wall. What shall I write?

Everything I cared about

Or hated's in a song.

Shall I regress to 21

When I discovered Keats

And amble through the tangled wood

Of his poetry?
Start again an origin -

A clone, a recreation -

A resurrection – but of what?
Shatter poesy?

Create a genre with my name

For promulgating me?

Forgotten form, forgotten beauty -

Help the earth decay -

No, not the earth

(Let Man decide)

But only just the world.

8-20-13

 

Pets

No one owns a cat.

It simply isn't done.

They'll love you til you're born again,

But it's voluntary.

A dog's a different matter.

Canine's play the fool.

They're for the lonely self-indulgent

Man who would be king.

Canaries are another story.

In a cage they sit.

Grannies like to look at them,

And then forget they're there.

8-20-13

 

Justice

How much to beat a dog until

He snarls and tears your throat out?

Then he is a bad dog

And you have to gun him down.

But the man who beat the dog

Has got a check to get to heaven.

And the dog he shot

Will lie unnoticed in the ground.

8-20-13

The Family

He was just a lunatic

Who never wanted children.

She was just a maniac

Mad to murder kids.

He sang to her to marry him

And she held out for children.

He agreed. They had three kids.

Now all of them are crazy.

8-19-13

 

Mediocrity

If the people settle

For mediocrity,

That is what they'll get.

So I have heard it said,

But they don't merely settle

For mediocrity,

They greedily demand it.

And make the carney rich.

8-19-14

 

For The Sake Of Poesy

Poems for the sake of poesy!

Poesy or things that bug me,

Occasionally the sea,

Or the moon behind a bank of clouds.

These are what I write about.

Is there something else?

Art? The things I love? Or the

Expiring sense of music,

Perhaps archaic,

Practically forgotten?

Music once the magi of the arts

Is totally unwanted anymore.

8-19-13