Saturday, September 27, 2008

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But, keep on tryin’!

There’s no such thing as ‘thyme,’
Only the ‘rhyme!’

There’s no such thing as space,
Only the where-you-are place!

There’s not such thing as peace
Only war when cease.

There’s no such thing as romantic love,
Only desire,
Then the sire!

There’s no such thing as security,
Only the illusion,
Then, the contusion.

There’s no such thing as happiness,
Only the opposite of sadness and badness.

There’s no such thing as success,
Only the yield from trying!

There’s no such thing as ‘God,’
Only a ‘dog’ spelled backwards!

But, keep on tryin’!

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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

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Enantiodromia!

It’s that apple time of year!
Winesap,
The trap!
Colder, bolder
We run
Away from ‘that,’
Only to return
In the Spring!

Going to sleep
We weep!
Waking up,
Quaking, the Aspens!
Which is which?

Extremes…
Always seeking the other:
Enantiodromia!

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

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Take #3

We used to go to the movies
In the dark!
Pictures flickering////
Far off places at 24FPS!
The shaft of light
Piercing the night,
A popcorn orgasm!

I lived there
In black and white
What a sight,
A scratched emotion
Was born;
It became my norm!

Then color!

Never the sane since
Spending my pence
In 4:3 frames, or
On dames!
But, no shame,
This game
It made me feel
That I’m ‘reel!’

We used to go to the movies
In the dark!

Take #3

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Sunday, September 21, 2008

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Autumn!

Yellow leaves they melt
The ice-cream days,
Away!
Hurry,
Scurry,
Haqi’s time of year,
Fall,
Lockers in the hall!

The light,
What a ‘site!’
Clear and cool,
You want to drool!
Fires in place,
Smokey, the space!

The hunched back,
The wizened face,
Such grace!
Fall, a time of life!

Summer,
Winter,
Spring,
The fall
Of ice-cream days!

Autumn!

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Friday, September 12, 2008

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Become!

Life…
What?
Don’t ask!
Death…
What?
The same!
A game!
Want to win?
Lose!
Want to lose?
Win!
It’s all a sin!
Unconsciousness!
Become!

Lover!

I am a poet,
Someone who befuddles
You with words!

You’re used to prose,
Pantyhose!
I deconstruct the erectgina!

Call it female,
When you think male.
Call it male,
When you think female!

It is something described
In terms of another,
Lover!

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Tuesday, September 09, 2008

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Taoism (#42)

Everyone in China
Is Wang or Li;
Millions!
Everyone in China
Is Zhao or Zhang;
Millions more!

So few names,
So many people!

Every sound in Chinese
Is ‘ma,’ ‘la,’ or ‘ah!’

So few, so many,
One creating the other!
Taoism ((#42)

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