I remember in my dream thinking,yes, that’s a good thought,I need to share that — Now I can’t rememberwhat the thought was. We can be so wise in our dreams,if only we could hold onto the wisdom.
There are two of us here, we,The lump of flesh and thewhatjacallitsoul, consciousness, sentience and we battle it out daily.Something tells me the lump always winsbut lets the thinker rationalizewhatever it decides. Which is our better nature?The thinker thinks it’s himbut then he’s the onedoing the thinking. Maybe the fallacy isthat we are two ofContinue reading “the duel”
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.)
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 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.
“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”
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