
two big eyes:
face in a tree trunk
unsettles me.

two big eyes:
face in a tree trunk
unsettles me.

Beautyberries,
dense clusters of fuchsia,
lure hungry birds.

autumn long shadows
of a tuft of tall grass
etch rocky ground.
Luck, diligence, spontaneity, and inspiration
Mary oliver; A Poetry Handbook
are all needed to write a poem.
…above all let us never accept as cause for what we do not comprehend something we comprehend even less.
Marquis de sade; Juliette
…wise people don’t tell us what to do;
david brooks; How to know a person
they start by witnessing our story.
The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong,
Hunter s. thompson; The Rum Diary
but to those who can see it coming and jump aside. Like a frog evading a shillelagh in a midnight marsh.
We do not see things as they are,
Anaïs Nin
we see them as we are.

Autumn afternoon,
light warms a copse of pines;
beyond: crisp blue sky.
Clumsy Kung Fu robots
will become slaughter-bots
in our time.
What they lack in Zen spontaneity
and warrior ethos they will make
up for in speed, power, and
dense metal alloy.
Replaced limbs will make them more
-- not less -- capable fighters.
Will a battling robot ever wonder
How did we get here?
or
What is the point?
Or will it only wonder why it is
using its feet as impact weapons
when it has ray-guns?
(It is a little like building a typing pool
of robots... only way, way cooler.)

a tree grows, askew;
canopy stretched one way -
wind can’t shake it.