A Rough Poem

Character

It really is no mystery.

No reason to ask why.

If someone hurts your feelings

He wants to make you cry.

Someone who seems heartless

Isn't covering despair.

He isn't hiding feelings.

He simply doesn't care.

A therapist who hacks at you,

Ridicules and jeers

Doesn't have a theory.

She's just bringing you to tears.

And a counselor who's bossy

Isn't therapizing you.

It simply gives her pleasure

To tell people what to do.

12-2-13

A Rough Poem

I shut my eyes, wild fantasies

Estrange me from the earth.

I open them, the fantasies are gone.

Familiarity and earth return.

Words and pictures wander through my head.

Poesy is back, and I am home.

No Duartes here. I am at Denny's.

Myths and fiction cloud the atmosphere.

And then the fear explodes! A geyser

Shudders, shakes. I'm not aware

Of internal rhyme or music

In my pensive poesy.

This is how from now until the

End my poesy will be.

No more rap, tattoos or ugly

Human creatures in my songs.

12-3-13

 

Justice

Susie's dog bit Susie.

Her father was enraged

And beat the living crap

Out of the wicked mutt.

The father felt paternal,

Loving and protective.

The mongrel duly chastised

Repented and reformed.

And that's the way it goes

On Jesus' perfect planet.

Big fish eat the little fish.

And anglers go to heaven.

12-3-13

 

Ideas

Nothing on the earth pertains to me

Except as fodder for my poesy.

Then for a moment it becomes my own.

A mongrel owns a temporary bone.

A dog will growl protecting what is his,

And for an hour, that is what it is.

The earth belongs to none. But each man owns it,

Kills intruders, takes his photo, clones it.

12-2-13