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This Property Condemned
It was the third house on a far block Framed-up on a little dead-end street We thought it was ours, but no lock Just being built and almost complete Still, we went and talked to the owner Who allowed that he’d built it for us Refusal would have been such a boner We said we […]
Keeping Up
Have you seen the ad about a fictitious media platform called Woo Woo? Though it seems ubiquitous in the San Francisco Bay Area, where I live, I’ll assume that you haven’t. The ad shows two nerds in an elevator, standing behind two much hipper people. One of the hipper people asks his buddy if he’s […]
No Word
An LI friend recently post an article about influences, both those we are told should be and those we know who have been. #All people matter. How many names will not be remembered What numberless stories will never get told Life on the Earth, with no guaranteed word No one may remember when you grow […]
What Do I Know?
Do you believe in magic, elves, fairy-folk and such? Or do you scoff and scorn, think it’s all too much? So smart, you know that you can rule out anything? Disbelieve the intent of galaxies, say stars don’t sing? I hope I’m not so pompous, I’d discount possibility Our most tragic tale unto our most […]
Worlds Enough and Time
Everywhere I look, stories of our current condition and perilous plight greet my eyes. Economic collapse, massive unemployment, infrastructure degradation, environmental destruction and the not so gradual collapse of life as we know it. On every front we have war and rumors of war, terrorists foreign and domestic, religious jihad, political statement, killer cops, cop […]
Until Life Runs Out
Our world drowns In ignorance No one knows Our world smothers Under ennui, apathy No one cares We inhabit tiny cages Think we’ve got it Good, or not We run, race Within our wheels Believe we are Getting somewhere We smoke weed, Drink, pop pills Preen and pretend We don’t see Any of this, […]
Full Circle or Geriatric Lament
When wee small and wheeled about This was the only way I could get out Now I’m past four score years and ten And it’s the only way I can get out again
Children’s Duty
How lovely a bouquet of yellow daffodils In a clear glass vase, their stems cut short Die the sooner, their life and beauty stills Though death comes to all life, no resort From the far field we hear a loud report Death stalks the killing fields, watches all Knowing the lives of children, he’ll abort […]
Outside Straight
Who named our potentates in charge to date There’ll be others, after we fill our final crate Will it ever matter who we put atop that slate Held to the grindstone their egos won’t ablate We allow them to keep us in a confused state Rush here, there, back again, as if we are late […]
My Friend
Begin at the beginning or just before Do you have any idea where that might be? Bring light into all the dark places Will you open your heart to light the world? Moonlight and starlight are the same Will you breathe deeply, without restraint? The beginning of all, everything starts at the end Will you […]
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