Considering the falling snow
I watch which way the flakes may go
Before my eyes I do declare
A pattern forms out of thin air!
And then I blink, and though I strain
The chaos has returned again
Is this probability?
Or my mind just playing tricks on me?
Saturday, February 11, 2017
Friday, January 20, 2017
The Interview
Everybody does things right but me
Tomatoes bright and bawdy shine
Through plush foliage 'long the vine
While at my feet prick yellowed sticks
That birth green maggots dry as bricks
In company with stunted cukes
ugly, bitter, resolute
"No worries, we have TONS to share!"
Everyone knows just what to wear
Rumpled jacket frayed and teared
At the interview I'm made aware
thick patches strewn with feline hairs
Stringy, weak as I compare
her springtime fashion a timely match
Mine so autumn and decades past
Neat bundles bound in solid holders
Mine unwound and toppling over
Accessorized in coffee stains
Everyone knows just what to say
Kiss and hug without dismay
Well handled jokes hardly crack
Words that break like an attack
Spill from my lips like molten clay and
Chase these titans well away
I should pretend to be a mute
Everyone knows just what to do
Plan vacations, renovations
Buying houses landscaped yards
While I'm still baflled by sending cards and making beds
and opening lids
They're buying stock and raising kids
To what curse do I owe this legacy?
Everyone does things right but me.
Tomatoes bright and bawdy shine
Through plush foliage 'long the vine
While at my feet prick yellowed sticks
That birth green maggots dry as bricks
In company with stunted cukes
ugly, bitter, resolute
"No worries, we have TONS to share!"
Everyone knows just what to wear
Rumpled jacket frayed and teared
At the interview I'm made aware
thick patches strewn with feline hairs
Stringy, weak as I compare
her springtime fashion a timely match
Mine so autumn and decades past
Neat bundles bound in solid holders
Mine unwound and toppling over
Accessorized in coffee stains
Everyone knows just what to say
Kiss and hug without dismay
Well handled jokes hardly crack
Words that break like an attack
Spill from my lips like molten clay and
Chase these titans well away
I should pretend to be a mute
Everyone knows just what to do
Plan vacations, renovations
Buying houses landscaped yards
While I'm still baflled by sending cards and making beds
and opening lids
They're buying stock and raising kids
To what curse do I owe this legacy?
Everyone does things right but me.
Christmas, 2017
Alive not summarized
towering charts
constructed of hearts
Dead not deconstructed
meandering lines
composed of minds and
Decomposed life mean
during time and after
the uncharted tower
deposed all the hours
of summer
the flowers
alive
not summarized
towering charts
constructed of hearts
Dead not deconstructed
meandering lines
composed of minds and
Decomposed life mean
during time and after
the uncharted tower
deposed all the hours
of summer
the flowers
alive
not summarized
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