I’m telling ya, man, come on,There’s nothing to it and even if there was,what could we do about it?Let it go, man,Let it go,Let it go. (Someone whispered in the night,“No. Fly. Be free.”) Really?Really?Don’t do this. (But they were already miles away.)
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winter
I am a gentle snowfalla breeze making me danceand a cool (not cold) nightby the water. Do the deer rustle in their sleepor is that a night prowlerforaging for odds and endsin the shadows? Too quiet for melancholyI cover last week’s snowwith a fresh coat of chilly paintwithout a sound. Not a stirring within orContinue reading “winter”
A poem is
A poem is what the poet says it is.A poem is what the reader says it is.If I say this is a poem,you have every right to say,“No, it’s not.”And webothare correct.
Storm, Part 2
“Get a real job, a**hole!” I told the scamman with the not-from-around-here accentwho woke us up from a midday napbut maybe this is his real joband he hung up on me becauseI obviously would not earn him any commissionAnd Not because I hurt his feelings.If I had to take a job calling peoplein other countriesContinue reading “Storm, Part 2”
380 poem
What else can I say?Have I said it all,in different waysagain and again and again?Were you listening?Must I repeat myselfagain like the Department ofRedundancy Division rehashing?Did you get it the first time?Then why are you expectingthe same result? Are we insane?I can only speak for myself but
The moose at the top of the bookshelf
There’s a moose at the top of my bookshelf,His antlers are touching the ceiling.He always looks warm with his sweater and scarfAnd he sees everything in the room.He never says a word, just surveys the sceneAnd reminds me to look to my whimsey.He doesn’t mind if my poems don’t rhymeAnd forgives when my words areContinue reading “The moose at the top of the bookshelf”
J Alfred in the foyer
WB’s note: There’s something odd about the WordPress editor that makes it laborious to add indentations and spaces between words, which in turn makes it hard to reproduce a poem that has uneven indents. So here are pictures of the pages. The main thing you should know is that only one blank line is intendedContinue reading “J Alfred in the foyer”
