Saturday, November 2, 2013

George


Jacqui!


How can she write books -
Authoritative books -
On things she doesn't understand at all?
Her degrees! And make a lot of money!
The world's insane!
God bless you, Tristram Shandy!


11-1-13


 
A little bit of knowledge


A little bit of knowledge
Makes a social worker rich.
A little more,
Psychologists retire.
A recreation therapist
Can just afford to live,
But all he has to know is volley ball.
Psychiatrists are very rich
And they can write prescriptions.
One cured me. At least I'm not
Psychotic anymore.


11-1-13


Doing It


What I hoped may be. Alas,
My world's a little off.
Though there's grain to eat and grass,
I'm idle at the trough.


Yet I can shape the flow of words
As though they were the tide,
Dodge the hooves of indifferent herds,
And simply just abide.


Every time I close my eyes
The planet goes awry.
I open them. My breath espies
An empty sky.


11-1-13

 
George


I love you. And I want to be your friend.
You also said you love me. This will end
After you have ceased to live with me,
And tenuous emotions ceased to be.


If I owned the world, I wouldn't share it,
Or all music with guitars to blare it.
I'd gather them and toss them on a heap
Of garbage. And I'd wish you pleasant sleep.


I am crazy. You're a little odd.
You laugh and make my heart believe in god.
When circumstances take you far away,
Tomorrow will be just another day.


11-2-13


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