Mighty Fungi, the destroyer,
rending like a divorce lawyer.
There are no bonds you can’t dissolve.
It’s by your graces our world revolves.
Your rap is bad, but we all know,
the pile of stiffs would ceaseless grow,
if you weren’t breaking down the dead.
Plus, we love your work on beer and bread.
Lay me down amid the mountains,
where the sky can call to me.
Set me under the falling rains.
Let me flow down to the sea.
I will float up toward the heavens,
and I’ll glide across the sky.
I will tour the Wonders seven
as a tear drop, sans an eye.
Rain down, run down, rise and repeat,
cycling to the end of days,
feeding plants and beating the heat,
heeding the summons of sun rays.
Long vacation in a glacier.
This is just my human nature.
Public Domain photo from NASA – ISS [International Space Station]
i’m seeing the world through spin arc,
like long exposure photos of a night sky,
the ones that generate Van Goghesque color swirls,
and always offer a stock-still element for contrast:
a tree,
a windmill,
a radio tower,
or a satellite solar array.
“Stock-still” is a bold damned lie
for something moving at 600,000 meters per second,
as it:
revolves,
orbits,
and expands
its way through a universe
that loathes stillness so much
that even the atoms in a block of cold iron,
floating in the depths of space,
are jittery.
Steer into that dizzy skid.
Don’t pop the top, blow the lid.
Life happens: while making plans.
No plans? Just kick that can.
Dance, like they ain’t watchin’ you.
Buy a vowel, get a clue.
Yesterday is history,
Tomorrow is a mystery,
Today is a gift, like socks.
Which you should grab, after dropping your…*
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[*Note: I caught “Full Metal Jacket” on TV last night.]
How the feet slow, up amid the ice flow.
Where air is rare, and each step goes higher,
thinking of those who froze or maybe lost a toe,
yet trudged through the scree, the snow, and the mire.
But who’s ever said it wasn’t worth the trip?
You may well hate to feel yourself suffocate,
but you’ll buy your permit, and get all equipped,
strapping on your pack, taking task with fate.
To see the orange glow on the ridgeline,
like fire dancing on the edge of a knife.
But what monster has such a wicked spine,
begging a fight to the last ounce of life.
Please meet the lovely “abode of snows,”
I think you’ll find her worth the throes.
Sacred Ganga,
Welcome to our city.
What gifts you’ll take.
Narrow warren,
lanes lined with bright-hued goods,
bangle blind and lost.
Cattle herd
roams the parched mudflat,
kicking up dust.
A golden bridge
visits each morning, and
exits silently.
Wood stackers
endlessly working
the burning ghats.
crowded skies,
circling raptors weave
invisible baskets.
little chipmunk,
screeching relentlessly,
stop! all are warned.
rat slinks away
as cat creeps near,
despite edge in size.
popsicle monkey,
crowd coos, “Cute copy-cat,”
idly stuffing faces.
Mumbai leopards?
Hollywood mountain lions?
cats seeking parts?
alpine lake,
depth a guarded secret,
mirroring mountain
ships sit
on your sandy bottom,
yet, you’re called “lake”
in sunlight
your glistening canvas,
a bowl of diamonds
winter ice cracks
with steel cable song,
sending shudders
barren pine
beside mud-rimmed lake,
heeding drought
outside? muggy;
from inside: gray skies look
like Viennese winter
cool mornings,
after a rainy night,
soothe the spirit
the guard shack,
topped by a wading pool
only I can see
rain song
absorbs harsh sounds,
hushing the city
trust old people
with umbrellas more than
the blue in the sky
The Jane outside my window is not real.
She’s just a fevered dream I can’t describe,
a searing pain that I don’t want to feel,
an intoxicant that I can’t imbibe.
My mind conjures so many listless souls.
I see them out the corner of my eye.
They have a gravity, I feel its pull,
but that force is only the devil’s lie.
Where do they go when I turn to see them?
Do they rain down to some dark underworld?
Or, tis I who fade from the world of men?
A sightless, silent brute in fetal curl?
Taking you by the lapels, I must ask,
what do you see revealed in all these masks?
