Power Of The Like Button

Their relationship began to shrivel,
And eventually ended,
After her Facebook was
Unfollowed and unfriended...

Insomnia

Thoughts and images rebounding
Randomly inside my head,
Questioning and beckoning,
When I should be asleep instead.

The Judges' Gift

Gone are the days when
The old scared rules applied,
Liberated by a rainbow,
You now can walk with pride,
Gone are the times when
You evaded, joked, or lied,
Liberated by a rainbow,
There's no more need to hide.

Launched, Impact Unknown

OK, excuse me, I guess
I'm supposed to look
At the rules written in
Your famous holy book,

As if that was a solution,
Something to simplify
The extant convolution,
Which is our reality,

You hope Donald Trump,
Will answer your prayer
For justice, but, take it from
Me, he's too rich to care,

So, what is left is knowing
That hugs are good and OK,
But diapers also need to be
Changed, by the end of the day...

梅雨

Moist and cloying cool,
The greens and grays
Dampen and mute these
Rainy season days,
A momentary beauty
The Hydrangea displays...

  

You, And The Horse You Rode In On...

When it all falls down
And buries you,
Cutting off the light,
What will you do?

Here, we flattened,
Chastened, ones lie,
Ask for no quarter,
We grudgingly comply
Thinking: "Kiss my ass"
Until we dwindle and die.

Unknown Origins

Whistling quietly,
The wind blows through
Ancient stones, stood-
Up by god knows who...

 

The Hand You Are Dealt

Words, like cards in a game,
Are slowly, carefully, played,
The negotiation hanging
On heart, diamond, spade,
Or club, implied, inferred,
Until the point is finally made...

Chance

Random meeting, with
Love left as a gift,
For the taking, then
Off they drift...

Never To Be Read

Buried in a blog,
Like the rings
Of an uncut tree,
A thousand things...

The Green 緑の秘密

Earthly mysteries,
Surrounding us still,
There must be meaning,
Believe what you will,
In reality, it's a gift
From chlorophyll,
Received each time
Your tired lungs fill...

Anti-Inconceivable

"No way, it'll never occur,"
"If pigs had wings..."

But then it happens!
Just one of those things...

And a Chester White
Goes gliding by,
Flapping up into
A puzzled sky...

 

Gone Past The Crossroad

Those powerful blues
He would stand and sing,
The notes that his guitar,
Lucille, would bring,
The Thrill Is Gone,
And so is BB King.

The Single Life

Just between you and me,
I converse with,
My flat-screen T.V.,
But only do it
Occasionally,
It doesn't answer back,
Understandably...

He Who Would Become A Crater

Too young, too ignorant, too angry,
Brainwashed, filled with hate,
Spurred by a desire for revenge,
Resigned to a religious fate,
Any, or some, or all, of these
Enable me to self-detonate...

Pre-Summer 立夏

The hardest thing is knowing
That what's good, here and now,
Will too soon be going
From now into the past,
The cool days never last...

Passion

Self control's collapse,
Complete obliteration,
And surrender to
Love's inebriation...

Return To Ramadi

Frustration and anger burns slow,
As the times seem out of joint,
The bad guys have taken Ramadi...
And so what was the fucking point
Of us fighting so desperately
In 2006, and eventually we won,
Or so we thought, sent home
Before the war was really done,
Makes us want to reenlist, resume
The man-hunt war games, once
Again dealing firepower and doom...

  

   

 

My Love For You

My love for you is a rare jewel,
Formed by a mystic lapidary,
Using elements which spool
Diamond-incandescent from dreams,
Feverish dreams caused by your
Kiss, eyes, face, it all seems
So miraculous and magical,
My love for you, which gleams,
Like a rare gem, finest jade,
A precious thing our hearts have made.

Sahara Moonlight

Abandoned by the caravan,
I wake up in a desert night,
And look at some desolate
Dune scenery, which might
As well be Mars, so void
Of life, all silicon blight,
The Sun, all else, destroyed...

    

Carbon, Oxygen, Hydrogen

Caipirinha and Mojito, purchased
Easily, at a "convenience" store,
Consumed to alter consciousness,
Because that's what they're for,
The government-approved way
To get high, tied to ancient lore
Of cave-men making moonshine,
Alcohol dulling the angst and
Ennui, leaving all warm and fine...

How It Happens

Creative juices flowing, I suppose that's one
Way to describe what happens late at night,
The surge of ideas, perhaps spurred by an
Atmosphere of shadows, an absence of light,
Which allows pale subtleties to emerge,
And converge, into the verses I write...

Astronaut

I rely on a moment's thought
Or maybe it's a feeling,
Floating like an astronaut,
In an emotional space,
All ethereal and fraught
With fear, and I admit,
Hiding is the last resort,
I know, I know, until my
Feelings calm, perhaps assort...

Dylan Thomas

Dylan Thomas, Welshman and poet,
Died because of too much drinking,
The force that through the green fuse
Drove, then caused, his liver's sinking,
Gone, too soon, the beautiful voice,
Shouting, singing, vice thinking...

= = = = = = = = = =

-- THE FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER

(By Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953)

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman’s lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

No Thanks

I'm an atheist, not so much because
I don't believe in god, but rather
That I don't believe in god-people
And all their religious rants & blather.

The worst are those who seem gentle,
But if you don't buy what they sell,
Or put in hours at their social club,
You're told about burning in Hell...