Category: Poetry

There should not be more people than trees.
I’d venture the same for birds & bees.

There should not be more kids than parents.
No more than one to one dependents.

There should not be more mouths than produce.
It’s agriculture’s greatest misuse.

There should not be more motors than fuel.
Gas & electric would not us rule.

These should be answers seen clear as day.
Some basic math for a whole new way.

I’ve given you pictures; must I add music too?
What will I whore next for you to read my words thru?

I am no performer; I’m not reaching for light.
I find direct attention a little too bright.

I do not seek fame in any increment shown.
I barely flirt with the idea of being known.

I say what I’m feeling at that time once a day.
24 hours distilled by rhymes in my way.

I think that is all that I really care to share.
So, what to pimp next…should I recite in the bare?

Have all the best jokes already been told?
I worry this oft; it shivers me cold.

The setups do change but bits lose their bite.
They’re going a long way for punch-lines light.

The heavy belly laugh hitters gone soft.
They’re spun too quickly to keep laughs aloft.

The red light will flash if you’re punching down.
Best just to swing at the ones in a crown.

Slapstick never fades; unless it’s contrived.
We still die; so, gallows humor’s survived.

Do you molt when the seasons change?
Skin flakes & fruits a whole new range?

Mine starts at the very first hint…
Before wind carries change’s scent.

Then, whatever bends starts to sing…
Before migrators take to wing.

I scrub my hide to baby new;
I stretch & sooth my loud joints too.

As others note shifts in weather…
I’ve been done unpacking leather.

Wishes are but lazy hopes.
Wishes need not know the ropes.

A wish expects a given.
A hope is goal-ward driven.

Wishes tend to sit & wait.
Hopes make even clouds abate.

Hopes carry & are carried.
Wishes weigh & make wearied.

A wisher…never did plan.
A hoper…does what they can.

To those who hoped that I’d stay dead…
I’m just here to mess with your head.

To those wished me keep away…
I am back & you’re in my way.

To those who have feared my visage…
My absence wasn’t your homage.

To those who’ve kept me at arms length…
You’ve never been beyond my strength.

To those who’ve sojourned at my side…
A few more steps to silver tide.

Are you playing solitaire while the world burns down?
Are you the self-appointed mayor of Bubble-Town?

Are you next in line to freeze your time in cryo?
Are you in that bunker built beneath your silo?

Are you hoarding food & water past what you need?
Are you hid from the world while it suffers indeed?

Are you waiting out the clock til it strikes midnight?
Are you scanning skylines for mushroom clouds abright?

If yes was on your mind for previous queries…
Conscience & mirrors weren’t factored in your theories.

Light determines what so much would be.
Taste, color & shape it crafts for we.

Darkness decides too how it’s perceived.
Deep in shadow all manner’s conceived. 

Although, sometimes light shines on trouble…
So can dark form a heady bubble.

Do these determine; or just set stage?
Are nightmares & bright horrors sight’s wage?

Physics says “real” is down to the view.
We choose what we see…both false & true.

Fuck the other guy before he fucks you.
This defining trait of haggling is true.

But how did it bleed into my romance?
It’s procrastination of taking chance.

I’ve absolute lust for the clout it brings.
Thusly, it’s rare I give in on these things.

Still, I must tweak my approach to coupling.
So, stand my ground; whilst open to juggling?

I posit that life requires us dicker.
Even love bargains for hearts aflicker.

Most nonsensical cognitions stem from a deep refrain;
Like flood waters receding into aquifers of rain.

We still ourselves & meditate; focusing on one thing…
Like letting go of stress or sorrow; thoughts along a string.

Soon & sharply, that thread is twanged by misfires in our mind.
Primordial disordered themes from lizard brain behind.

Something neutral, somewhere dark or image ridiculous;
Irrelevant of nature, interloping synapse thrusts.

It pulls the hum’s harmonics sharp & flat within our piece.
Either, ignore discord…or track the squeak & apply grease.