Cogs
The God-cog turns The Sun-cog shines The Moon-cog wanes The Sea-cog waves The Breeze-cog blows The Tree cog leans The Bee cogs flit The Bird cogs fly And you and I, The cogs of we, Interlock our brittle teeth And help each other Unwind.
The God-cog turns…
Better Now Than Never
My youth affords me little time.
Moment to moment
I waste away
like taciturn rock under talkative water.
The books with which
I cut my hair
will reap no fruits
when I am bald.
At least, a healthy face
i’ll have in death
When you look
in my direction.
The Narcissist
He loves me
For my own reflection
In the darkness
of his eye.
Self-Control
I log out, turn off
And, like a dog, learn to hold
My leash in my mouth
The Duality of Accusation/Two Nazis Complimenting Each Other
You are the Nazi
No, you are the Nazi. No,
You are the Nazi.
Paper Cups
She said he has
A personality
Closer to a paper cup
Than something earned
While counting stars
He’d scooped
From local puddles.
Generation Me
We can’t all
Be cool and different
At the same
Given time.
Either you conform
While I stay afloat
Or we both sink
In peer review.
The Present Isn’t Present At All
There it goes.
There it goes.
There it goes.
There it goes.
There it goes.
There it goes.
There it goes.
There it goes.
There it goes.
There it goes
There it goes.
There it goes.
There it goes…
It Was There Time To Go
The past walks me
Right up to my futures
Hands them each a bus ticket
And, as a matter of fact, states
“Never come back.”
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