Category: Poetry

I think Laughter an indelible ink.
It’s the chain of our recall’s strongest link.

For, we are quick to forget our worst pain.
Yet, hearts & bellies remember when slain.

Even the gallows change humor’s settings.
Shoulders shake at funerals & weddings.

A shush in a pew guarantees guffaws.
Don’t forget jokes about bears with long paws.

The happy good times flood back at a wink.
I think Laughter an indelible ink.

It’s hard for me to meet my like…so many of us didn’t make it.
Life takes all it can too soon…an end’s the only thing to shake it.

I’ve seen us fall away from life…drowning in its deepest of pools.
The water of living soaks us thru…we’re experience’s fools.

None of us knew how to dress the part…couldn’t check the weather first.
The rain that we found ourselves dancing in, neither nurtured nor nursed.

It wailed against the levees & slicked its sunside with rainbow’s oils.
I started flailing towards a light…surface engulfed in flaming roils.

Punched thru the slick, gasped & burned alive; but was nowhere near burnt dead.
I grabbed ahold of trusted, floating hope & straight for life’s shore fled.

Words are never small…even when they are short.
What we choose to say, has weight from hearth to port.

Lies are rarely harmless…they’ll hurt now, or later.
What we choose to hide, grows fat as a freighter.

Fights are not the way…to solve your wordless plight.
What, & who, we choose to hurt’s never our right.

Hate is seldom real; the scary mask of hurt.
Truths chose in mirrors; to see or blindly skirt.

These are not all finite, if it please the court.
Words are never small…even when they are short.

I was born in the break but I’ll die in the whole.
I have burnt down the tree & I’ve abjured my role.

I grew in the dark & the dank of stagnation.
I was too bright a bloom for lowly creation.

My roots tapped deeper; while my bud craned for its sun.
A peek past the gloom told me I was not just one.

Every cool shadow in sight was adorned by me.
We’d beat fallow beginnings to sway finally free.

When fall comes for us, we’ll seed & hope for the best…
That our issues fall further & won’t have to crest.

There was a freedom rider two millennia ago.
His fame & legacy: division; battles to & fro.

For every good there is an evil; create & destruct.
A tome that tows dividing lines insures that they are plucked.

When the strings of DMZs are strummed by those in power…
Their idly pulled peaceful chords cause populi to cower.

Do not buy the bully pulpits touting pacifism.
Whenever there’s push, or shove; they drum the beat of schism.

If all we do is sit on our hands…fearful of big shoes;
We’ll never see that we outnumber foes by ones & twos.

More, bigger, faster, longer; Earth’s great abscess of man.
Breaking, burning, owning, raping everything they can.

Monetizing H2O & serializing seeds.
Colonizing Nature & ignorant of her needs.

Ever hacking, ever groping, ever do they want.
Never sanguine, never sated…never not avaunt.

Mean caffeine & nicotine; For…Men won’t take a nap!
They spin crimes as exploration; blind: without a map.

The feminine’s like water…ever on the level.
Save for when men loot too far; then she’s Kali Devil.

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.