Teambuilders

Women, gathered in groups,
Communicate and chatter,
Soothed by each other's sounds,
The rest doesn't really matter.

Fall Flier

On patrol, gliding
In the autumn skies,
Looking for my
Meal of flies...

 

Purring & Claws

The cat arches it's back,
Stretching and lolling,
On the table's edge
Without ever falling,
Supple and strong,
The napping cat will
Not linger very long,
For soon its mood
Will sneaky-shift to
Hunting for food...

Fast And Furious

For a magic moment,
Driving my car, at speed,
At one with the engine
Is all the meaning I need
Racing down a highway
As light and distance recede...

Murphy's Law Restated

No matter how thoroughly you plan,
Events can, and will, conspire towards
Chaos and confusion, because they can...

The Good Things Of Life

Going horizontal, often,
Relaxing and napping,
Eating things delicious,
Then satisfactory crapping,
Meditate to the sound of
One hand clapping...

Mundane As Insane

Mesmerized by the seeming sameness
Of it all, all the moments we spend
Wondering, waiting, repeating things,
Habits assuming it will  never end...

Promontory

One gets a sense of perspective,
Being down here, looking up there,
Feeling small, in the long grass,
Alone, in the magic morning air...

Election Time

Politicians are the most egotistical
People you are ever likely to meet,
Some inspire, while others make you
Want to hit the button marked delete,
They surf the waves of influence
And favor, never missing a beat
In their endless quests to make their
Networks of power complete...

家のお化け

Solitude means there is no sound,
Unless you make it, your chance to
Perform, with no one else around,

Solitude means stifling your urge
To run away, and instead accept,
Commune, with the ghosts who emerge...

Overhyped, Overfed

Too much information, fed ceaselessly,
In small colorful chunks, seems to me
To lead to cases of mental obesity...

Life On The Grid

Always connected,
Touch screen, left click,
Need my information,
Need it quick,
Otherwise, I'm lost,
Lonely, sick...

白露

Bell crickets softly sing, as the day
Darkens into night, and the long
Tired grasses bend and sway,
Bowing to the coming cold,
Knowing summer has faded away...

Minute Manager

When action begins to swirl, and
Things aren't going too great,
Sometimes it's best to sit back,
And just let matters percolate...

Counterculture's Failure

Back when my hair was long,
And we were all so sure
The establishment was wrong,
Sending young men, based on
A lottery, against their will,
Into Southeast Asian jungles
To sweat, fight, and kill,
Now, our wars are fought by
Those who want the thrill,
Of releasing unimaginable
Firepower, boom away until,
In a moment of bloody elation
The enemy is destroyed,
Blasted into obliteration...

The Inevitable

When someone leaves, is gone,
One scrambles to fill the void
With photos, clothes, things to
Save what time has destroyed,
Things which continue to exist,
Like a small quiet rebellion,
These ordinary things resist,
Time's unforgiving tyranny
Finding safe places it missed,
Or so it seems, as I hold
On to her robe, smelling her,
Feeling safer, feeling old...

Brain Misfunction

A flicker of a good idea
Followed by a big yawn
Next thing I know
The good idea's gone...

My Ride

"Dust-to-dust", or something like that
Vaguely recalled, from some holy book,
I suppose, human vanity is incurable,
But all so futile, I think, as I look
At the rusted carriage of my youth,
Adolescence in a gas-fed machine,
Back seat life-lessons, seemed so vital,
Memory lingers, all lost in the green...

(Photo by Geoffrey M. Hamilton, 1955-2011)

Fat Shaming

You are what you eat,
End of story,
Argument complete.

Pre-Dawn

The magic time between day and night,
An hour-or-so, not dark, not light,
Images, colors emerge and float,
A quiet apex of peace, rising
From dreams now fading, remote,
A pause before the inevitable
Transition, remorselessly gliding,
Up into the glaring unquiet day,
Where god-knows-what is hiding...