Everyone

Everyone needs a thneed

Fuji apples spill lethargically

a joyous bounty

yellow and red and orange

cascading downwards endlessly

but upstream–trouble

do you step up or do you portage

spinning, rushing, drifting

rocks gash and slash at the surface

thunderous surge and quick lightning

turning, paddling, splashing

but downstream–bliss

or close to it at least

soaked everywhere despite precautions

at the mercy of the beast

is where you’ll know it the least

no time for thought, just reaction

most merciful beast I entreat ye

 

 

Luna Lunes

passion embedded in the reeds

as they gaze at the pale small moon

shyly, at first, then brazenly and flagrantly

it consumed everything it undulated in cold circles

spiraling towards bliss

a cat watched from a distance

it licked its paw

and pondered the deepest of inquiries

in its little kitty brain

with thoughts of yarn and mice interwoven in warm squares

toasty winters of icy spectacles

land on your feet, feline friend

else find yourself an ugly end

one of one less than ten

but let’s not get bogged down by details

when such opportunity abounds

let your problems melt away

put pen to paper let your mind stray

and it’s all good, ask the gato

there’s more to it all than sex and violence

despite the soap operas

the bird calmly coasts over it all

chirping shrilly

 

Conundrum

I pour my pain in a bottle

Break it over my head and laugh

Trying to find your frequency

Before the light gets too bright

And washes everything out

This bump in the road

Will change your perspective

Keep it clean figuratively and literally

Or we’ll all be drenched in filthy scum

A butterfly flaps its wings

Tsunami breeches the nuclear plant

Radiation grows abundant

The fear is worse than the bottle of pain

Drink up and understand

Put your phone in an otter box

Let it swim away

I’m a hypocrite by accident

Sirens call me but I ignore them

Sweat soaks your back

The ladder just got ten feet higher

Look down but keep your chin up

Up and away

We go parallel

Lining our pockets

Of life sustaining water

You waiting for

Watch the clock

Listen to it tick

Crawling under your skin

Radiant with radiation

Blissful disaster

I saw it coming

Clean and green

Mother nature’s Spring children

Slowly at play

Pause, rewind, fast forward?

Only over the commercial advertisements

Despite their cleverness

Humanity destroys itself after murdering the planet

Do what you can please

Yourself knowing you’re making a difference

Between 7.6 billion and 8.7 million reasons

Knot doll hairs

Detangle the mess don’t accept it

Reject the notion and its implications

Let go of your petty frustrations and think of other beings

While you chew them

Free Speech

You can’t say “bomb” on an airplane.

You can’t say “abortion” in a church.

You can’t say “peace” in the Pentagon.

You can’t say “boo” to a baby.

You can’t say “no” to a spoiled child.

You can’t say “terrorist” to a white killer.

You can’t say “I don’t want money.”

You can’t say “Jack” to a king.

…You can say that again!

The Chase

pick your pleasure: money, women, fame, drugs, things/

run after these til your legs quit and lungs sting/

but how is the pace between your two ears/

slow it down can’t party like every night is New Year’s/

if you’re always chasing means you gotta stop and smell the ends/

are you good to other people, do they call you their friend/

make ambition work for you put that bitch out on the streets/

don’t let her run you ragged trying to impress the right peeps/

check twice you’ll never know what coulda been if you don’t take the leap/

hustlin’ might not get you nowhere unless you move your feet/

don’t forget about those you came up with and the ones you left behind/

learn from their mistakes but don’t judge them in your mind/

follow me I’ll show you my way/

ripped off from people who did it better/

back or forward you always gotta pay/

no one does it on their own or copies anyone to the letter/

Bruised Elbow

And larks sounded

Higher in pitch

Than a space elevator

Dogs whined

Like scoundrels

Purple skies dotted with

Cold stars innumerable

Wandered across my eyes

In wait for an opportunity

To stabbeth mine back

In quick revenge

For sixpence

Sir St. John’s

Churchyard opens

Wide to reveal poor

Yoric’s dull skull

Mirrored ambition

Takes first

After lots were cast

Dinosaurs wore ferns

For laurels when your

Godfather was born.

dashing

let your mind wander but don’t let it get lost

steaming breath rises and settles as frost

no rain to dance in no matter how high the cost

where’s the equality between the grunt and the boss

the world spins so keep your head on straight

keep on casting til you lose your bait

just because you can get away with it doesn’t mean it’s fate

push a boulder up a hill at any rate

underneath it all you feel small because you are

gazing upward from the mountaintop into afar

under pressure reverse squeezing the bar

don’t let anyone swap your brandy for tar

and perfect crystals shone in my mind

just in time to help me unwind