“Punch that word into proper position,”
the angry god of grammar cried.
It started surgically.
Teams tapped in pry bars,
popped out words,
and spackled in a space or a substitution.
Then they found rot,
and it’s all wrecking balls and dynamite from here.
[National Poetry Month: Poem #6]
I rue the hearing of that tune
like a sandworm from planet Dune
it burrowed from ear to brain
where its bouncy pop egg was laid
but when the alien overlords arrive
fresh out of intergalactic drive
sitting parked up in our Thermosphere
we’ll offer them a welcome beer
they’ll think us weak in being kind
until we lodge that f@#%ing tune in their hive-mind
watching them gyrate in a spastic dance
their minds melted in a Zombie trance
like lemmings they’ll plummet from the ship
with that infernal tune on all eight lips
[National Poetry Month: Poem #5]
coracles twisting
a placid river drifting
marine dervishes
[National Poetry Month: Poem #4]
A trick of the light
Turns leaves pallid and frosty
Under dusky skies
[National Poetry Month: Poem 3]
I read you like a person reads
his blender manual.
It’s a necessity–legally obligatory.
But meaningless because if a word falls
in a blender manual, does anyone read it?
No one cares until someone loses a thumb.
Words are nudged and danced
into perfect clarity in seven languages.
But it’s 100 pages for a three button machine.
“Frappe” must have a long and convoluted definition.
[Poem #2: National Poetry Month]
I stress that eustress
is the best stress.
From time to time,
I must confess
I’ve made a mess
doing more
succeeding less.
In a mad dash to impress,
badgered by self-duress,
taking matters to excess,
brewing up toxic distress.
Assess,
progress,
but don’t obsess.
[Poem 1: National Poetry Month]
Dopamine Model; Source: Wikipedia
I’m grateful for the ability to be grateful.
For gratefulness causes dopamine and serotonin levels to rise.
I’m grateful for the fine people in my life.
For delightful company causes oxytocin and vasopressin spikes.
I’m grateful for my health.
[Or am I healthy because I’m grateful?]
For gratitude correlates to superior health across several indicators.*
I’m grateful for my food,
which is well-balanced to provide the brain glucose,
while offering all the
vitamins, minerals, and amino acids
my neurochemistry needs.**
*Sansone, R.A. and Sansone, L.A.2010. Gratitude and Well Being. Psychiatry. 7(11): 18-22.
**Gibson, G.E. and Blass, J.P.1999. “Nutritional and Functional Neurochemistry.” Basic Neurochemistry: Molecular, Cellular, and Medical Aspects, 6th ed. NCBI: Bathesda, MD.
dusk descends
&
bats wing away
abandoning bamboo stanchions
that flex, creak, and groan
during their daily hang
flying like waves of B-52’s
on a doomsday run–
buggy Armageddon
but bugs are too numerous
and
small-brained
to be decimated
it takes giant ganglia
to produce a proper doomsday
A worn wooden knob
Shiny here, pitted there
Rotates loosely on a steel pin
Set in a sinuous cast-iron arm
A horn flares skyward
It’s fed meat and gristle
The spiral augur chews and crushes
with gruesome moist sounds
Carrying meat to the grinder blade
Shredded charnel remnants vomit forth
from a perfectly circular mouth
Tumbling into an old glass bowl
Chipped on the edge but not abandoned
A sweep second-hand betrays your modernity
A glint unrecognizable throughout eternity
Not all slow time dances out the same
Gooey time stretches to a break in the rain
Tom-toms string out in slow motion
Lost before the vastness of an ocean
The massacred were buried shallow
Their murderers never saw the gallows
Legends said that ghosts rose up
Dead partaking of a proffered cup
To magically roll back the killing time
But clocks refuse to yield for crime
Running dumbly down the street
She bows to touch the guru’s feet
But the world is in chaos down
On the burned out side of town
Cashing checks for weekly wages
Stuck in time across the ages
