Thursday, July 4, 2024

Out of Sorts

like i never belonged
really, never? ever?
well, sometimes, maybe

whatta they call it...
pangs of angst
bangs of pathetic rhymes
adrift on dry land
seeking mirages and
some kinda...
ok, i'll settle for
an explanation

the collective you
define you, well enough,
convinced me...
can't seem to make
any headway convincing
myself

maybe...
it's just a stage

Wednesday, June 19, 2024

War of Words

displaced...
displaced population
what refugees, exiles,
people, families, young
or old, driven from their homes
to wherever just not
where they were
for years or ages
you know, displaced

so clean, so pure,
so displaced like
almost misplaced like
car keys, sunglasses, like
it was a wee error,
almost innocent,
you know, misplaced
the poor displaced

juneteenth 2024
nngi and rafah and...

Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Poetic Exile

the coming armies
ever closer and closer
security and peace eroding faster
with each approaching artillic boom
disintegrating faster
than we can pack some
few precious memories

we go...
toward some border
between this life
and tomorrow
the unknown whatever

this random shock
further droughting
my arid soul

June 18, 2024
Some fictitious Elba

Thursday, July 13, 2023

Powering Up a New Fountain Pen

a new pen unsheathed
flowing across seas, deserts,
amber waves of tundra,
rain forests, and obsidian slopes
of mountainous memories
crafting this bit of sentiment

open source reflection

reading not nearly enough,
the same for righting thing
though doing more arthymetic lounging
perhaps just another word for anemic longing

the gloom of self-reflection
and an almost positive attitude
walking on the sunny-side
of the globally warmed street
carelessly paved across droughted lands

come on....
it's not that bad
it's just a bad poem

Sunday, June 4, 2023

longing

tired of streaming
consciousness and the un of it

need a more pastoral dream
even more, a reverie,
ponds, flowers, and yeatsian linnets
taking me back to some
different, better, idyllic place

to live in a simpler time
to actualize the hippie vision
just doing, just living, just being
our natural selves

Friday, May 19, 2023

Stream of impromptu

Just dreaming, now day dreaming
Not any kind of monkee believer
Wondering as always, amazed, maybe awed
Wondering how and why, still, things work
How I, all of us, got to this very point.

This was supposed to be, I dunno

What?  Yeah.  Edgier.  Grittier. 

And for sure… better.
What’s an umpublished

(yeah… spelt wrong on porpoise
to provide, what?, a pseudo brain thingy)

would be poet wannabe to do?

Has the world accelerated?

Maybe even, exponentially?
Moving faster than y’all, we all,

Can even think about… keeping up.

Billions of us and too many

Lonely, missing out, or just fearing

Did Homer have to deal with this shit?
Has anything changed along the way…

We dream and love and wonder and…
You know that word we use more than
Homer ever did:  cope.

This seemed like a good idea
You know, espressing myself
Undepressing myself and saving,

You know, the world, all of us
Yeah, even you…

(this suddenly new messiah complex
surprizes the hell out of me)

Stream of whatever…

This is lame.  If you read it this far.
I apologize and would offer that

Minute back, if I could...
Maybe just a store credit.