POEM: Conceit of Man

An elephant will never forget.
No car keys to misplace, I’ll bet.
A tiger is fearless, I will confess,
but it’ll never be audited by the IRS.

An owl may be wise; you can tell by the eyes.
But it’s never asked to comment on the size of a girl’s thighs.
Dolphins are smart ones, that much is true.
But, pray tell, who is in whom’s zoo?

In all domains humans think themselves the greatest.
And we are the very best of sadists.
You’ll never see a bonobo bureaucrat,
nor get tech support from a vampire bat.

At masochism, too, we’re none too shabby.
At the karaoke bar, ever see a tabby?
Ever seen a chimp with a nipple ring?
I’ll tell you now, that’s not a thing.

Our narcissism has grown beyond the pale.
One lifetime to the rocket from the sail
will give any species some cerebral swelling.
I’m not saying our’s isn’t a tale worth telling.
Let’s just make sure it doesn’t turn cautionary.
Basking in awesomeness, one forgets to be wary.
Next thing you know, super-smart apes are getting the itch,
or the Alpha Centaurians have made Earth their bitch.

POEM: A Dark Note to Jello

jello

Hello, Jello, my wiggly friend

It’s time you meet your fateful end

Perhaps, someday you will come back

But, having been through my digestive tract,

No one will ever love you like I did

[At least, let’s hope–heaven forbid]

POEM: Size of the Future

Microbots may one day kill
From nano-pills you’ll get your fill
One day everything will be small
Except rayguns and the mall

 

Those two will be colossally large
Like a present-day garbage barge
Heaped into a humongous hill
Headed to a continental landfill

 

 

POEM: Dreams & Visions

Taken in Varanasi on the Ghats

Taken in Varanasi on the Ghats

Every night I go to sleep
From the dream-world not a peep
A timeless void a dreamless night
Waking before the morning’s light

 

I lie awake my mind is crawling
Through the flotsam gently trawling
Floating visions that sink below
When I turn on the mind that knows
Bashful visions fade from sight
When exposed to wakeful light

POEM: 3 Haiku Day

circling hawk glides
I’m glad it’s not a vulture
I must be alive



still lake reflecting
a mountainous lay of land
hiding fish below



hissing wind gusting
through narrow leaves of bamboo
calling to no one

POEM: I Stand Before the Sea

I am a string of MEs

Strung out through eternity

But each eternity will die

Leaving in place another I

 

An I, a me, standing before the sea

Forget what I said about eternity

I am a finite speck of sand

Pushed and dragged by an unseen hand

 

Crack the speck, the TARDIS of Who

I’m every creature in the zoo

Every beast with limb and lung

Residing in every land far-flung

 

You think you know me? You know me not

I’ve not known me since I was just a tot

So I’ll thank you not to spoil my investigation

By classifying me by creed or nation

POEM: Climb

Kicked, I tip over the lip, and plummet down a well.

 

Falling, falling, screaming, and calling, toward the firelake of hell?

 

Thrashing and lashing, I hit the drink splashing, and sink to the inky deep.

 

Kicking and stroking, sputtering and choking, I claw at the well wall so steep.

 

Treading water, I curse the kicking rotter, who sentenced me too this fate.

 

Taking note, I consider what floats, and jettison my anger, fear, and hate.

 

They’ll just weigh me down, cause me to drown, and not on my side is the time.

 

There is no try, nothing but do or die, my only course is to climb.

POEM: Midnight Neon Glow

Caught in a midnight neon glow
Neurons firing in slo-mo
As blue and red dance on the wall
I felt the footsteps in the hall

 

A jagged game of cat and mouse
Ends, spied by a mattress louse
An ominous knock near at hand
Me, without the will to stand



This story started days ago
Me, without a need to know
Just a lackey in a suit
Who took a case from a coot



What’s in the case? You want to know?
Oh, they’re here. It’s time to go…

POEM: At The Maw’s Edge

Chasm, toes curled over the edge,
seeking a simian grip.
But they are the piggies of a
little girl:
-bare feet
-rosy cheeked

She stands before a gaping maw
ripped in the world.
Staring vacantly,
eyes unable to penetrate the cloud.
She rubs her eyes with tiny fists.

The ashes will fall soon,
drifting to Earth like gray snow,
piling up in tomb-like silence.

Facebook Poems

Facebook
I.

How thrilling to learn
without delay
that now was to be
your laundry day.

Oh, how I waited
with bated breath
to hear if you’d hit
wash-day sudden death

Your posts banal?
Who would think?
You took us to
the wash-day brink…

never knowing if there’d be a Boxer Rebellion or a Brazilian Thong Crisis!


II.

“It’s Complicated”
are two words
often posted
but never heard
amid the complication.

1 + 1, easy as pie.
Calculus is “complicated.”
Are you in wedlock?
Or have you dated?
Is she human…oid?

It begs the question,
can a complication read
the words typed on
your daily feed,
and solve for x?