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Learn how to occupy less space.

Gorge on oil rich pickings, well traveled.

Or devour glossy puss forking Pandora’s bowl of junk

Smile, you’re on rented time and place.

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What’s a poem?

Reaching out from itself it sits square

In the brisk dusk of a bus station

Waiting for a number 44 or a 45.

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Earth’s fair

Dense is the cloud

The light’s  thrown off

And cold the sea

And rough.

Thrown into tracks

The frontwinds steer

The phoebes North

To South.

Caught up in net

The warbler lies

Like death in stitch

And throttle.

The ships on glass

Pass through the yard

The word less strum

And battle.

Ego

I was told to leave it outside

It was bound to get in the way.

I used to think that would be nice,

But dream on. It’s here to stay.

Now I realize it’s essential,

You mustn’t nurse it.

That overblown balloon.  Burst it.
Let it float up to the corner of the room.

A drone.  And be the first to pop

Your own.

In Birnam Wood

Lips stuck in mock stop, O!
Crisis?  What crisis?
You say, Nothing a good bit of
Spirit and craft won’t cure.
You say, The problem with people
These days is their lack of… grit?
You say, They can’t see what
I’ve had to endure.
So fair and foul a day.

You’re tough like glass
But not unbreakable. I’ve
Seen the tears when
Your worldview falls through.
I’ve watched you sweep it clear
When truth with all its
Hard matter and fact
Threatens to crack your
Veneer.  Crazed sneer.

The wood sways.  Afraid in its fog.
What does town say?
Alarmed and armed contempt
Does come this way.

King Lear Dropped By

King Lear dropped by last night.
Brought his whole ensemble out:
Daughters, court, Gloucester’s eyes,
Shakespeare learnt en route,
Out of one kingdom, an evasion,
Straight into this fools’ paradise.

Thud thud thud.  Let’s to our prison!
Old man, I see that recognition
In your eyes.  What desire!  Still?
After all these years?  The audience
So nice in its comprehension.
Young flesh is long since dead.

The poetry transcends time and beats
Its cacophonous drum. A soliloquy
Out of the ecstasy of kingdom’s cum.
Earth covered son and blood
Splattered everyone until we knew
It was on our own hands too.

I wonder how many felt your agony?
Exhaustion, shame?  I wonder how
Many conspire in the reign
Of those who let a whim determine
Who’s in, who’s out?  Who played
which part?  Who’s left outside
the theatre again, alone in the rain
and dark?

The wolf is an industrial complex.

I am a girl.  I wear a red coat.

I am simple.

I am a wolf.  I am naked.  

I am industrial.  I am complex.

I am an industrial complex lurking in the woods and I would eat myself, in a word, whole.

I am a noun and a static verb.

A catch.

I run wild and engender terror and fear.

I am oil.  I am a weapon.  I am waste.

I am feasting my eyes and I would swallow us both, whole.

I am wolf with teeth, claws, and paws.

I am a hopeless cause, dependent on you.

A lifelong sentence, this dreadful vigil, waiting for the woodcutter to tear me apart or

pull me out whole.

Play

I preempt
How they’re
Going
To bounce
Off
And then?
Cave.

I pitch
And feel
The
Weight
Of it,
Drop.

Bow
Softly strung
Gauge
Mood
Then?
Run.

The Crew

And they looked out
From their little flotilla
A strange collection
At those who floundered
Failed to float
Flailed about
Floated lifelessly
The beating drums
Almost silenced
And they thought
Of the dying words
All this talk of help
They never would
Get their heads around
Anchored as they were
The effort taken
To wade
Through tears
So many tears
Just to get here
They should have
hailed us
We built an ark
Financed it
Powered it
Insured it
Entertained it
Lucky we insured it
And still they demanded more
Too many bodies aboard
Too too many expectations
Too much too much
And so to land
The few and their crew
Some of whom looked back
And wondered what they had done.