Stars
The universe is furious
Star-made in the sky.
Junkets wasn't curious,
And neither much am I.
Maybe round the Pleiades
Are angels in the night,
And a raft of deities,
Making their own light.
The Lyricist
Working with three gifted men
Who made the cosmos sing,
Rodgers, Bernstein, Jule Styne,
He didn't learn a thing.
He gave the world absurdity,
A pose the country bought.
Genius, talent anyway
Can none of it be taught.
Dreams
As appealing as a drunkard's dream
Sleeping in his vomit. Christ redeem
The little shepherd boy upon the knoll,
Also sleeping. As if squeezed from
coal,
Every star's a diamond at night,
Shining but not sending any light.
And the ocean is forever heading
To the shore. And as the shepherd's
bedding,
Grass beneath an overhanging tree.
The shepherd's dream is fearless
poetry.
Dreams & Laughter
When at last you reach the end of
laughter,
You realize you're on a mental ward,
All your hopes behind you, and your
dream
Awakened. When you're out, you'll have
a plan -
To make that wakened dream reality.
Not to grow. You're grown. Not to
become.
You already are. But to be happy.
With the facts to savor in the light.
And laughter will come back to you
again.
Laughter, love and happiness are life.
Also horror, misery and death.
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Cats & Rain
Kittens know. Cats can feel it too.
When you're sad, they make a friend of
you.
It's impossible to stay aloof
When the rain is falling on the roof.
It lifts your mood and then it lets you
down.
On stalks of grass, the homeless
beetles drown.
The click of claws on concrete
Is the only sound
When an old and quiet cat
Follows you around.
And the rain continues dropping on the
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Freedom
Cathexis babies all obey their god.
In obeisance there is liberty.
So go off to war. Sing
“Hallelujah!”
Maybe there's some purpose to all this.
Maybe there's some purpose to all this.
No one on god's earth but god knows
what.
I hear that she is dead. And every
fire
That lit the night is out. The sea is
still.
She truly made the moon come down to
earth,
The rain to stop, and all that's fake
turn real.
And those who did what she did simply
laughed.
round.
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