The Kitten
There's pleasure in a cat
To watch him play.
He pounces on a mat
Then runs away.
He backs up very warily,
Then jumps.
He walks the corners charyly
And though somebody bumps
The bookcase he is on
He doesn't fall.
Suddenly he's gone,
And that is all.
Composed While Taking A
Dump
Some people live for love
And have a pet.
Others only love
What they can get.
And when the ore is gone,
They take the air.
You think they die alone?
Life's not that fair.
The bad will always get
What it adores.
Just hang on very tight
To what it yours.
Keep it if you can.
Perhaps you can't.
Yesterday a tune,
Today a chant.
Nothing but a god
Goes undefiled.
Look at what they did
To Oscar Wilde.
July Third
Winco was packed -
A grocery store.
Flags and melons -
July Four.
To mark the day
The country was born,
More important
Than Christmas morn.
Patriotic -
Might is right.
Bombs and sparklers
Tomorrow night.
Across the country
A single name -
All Americans -
All the same.
And coming out of
A crowded line -
One black man
With a jug of wine.
The keeper of the world
The keeper of the world
Can't run his own affairs.
Nor can I.
I f-ck up everything.
I do it unintentionally
Or by going nuts,
By loving too completely,
By loving not enough.
Compassion! I can feel it.
It's difficult to show.
And I was told with emphasis,
“For god's sake, ask a question!”
I don't. I don't know why I don't.
I don't. I don't know why I don't.
I'm curious as hell.
As well I seldom say what I am
thinking.
So the world goes by.
How can I stop it?
Ask for its attention?
Write poems for its praise?
I do not write for praise.
In fact I do.
In fact I do.
11-23-12
Impossible
Anything is possible
They say.
For instance – every criminal
Will pay.
That's such a silly notion,
And untrue.
What a motherf-cker
Does to you
Will leave you full of hate,
And that's the end.
Far worse is her mistreatment
Of a friend.
Perhaps she'll go.
Impossible for sure
That I will ever give
A damn for her.
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