Four Poems

#51

Flirtings with disasters ultimate
Following instincts dulled from misuse of time
Finding out how much discipline is mitigated

Stability unstable
Loyalty unable
Living enabled
Voting tabled

Heading off to adventures unknown
Destinations of little hope
Art for art for soul forsaken

Paths crossing dangerously close
Orbits into the middlespaces of lives
Train and plane wrecks focus our collective attention

Decisions good or bad or without consequence
Choices nonetheless
Knots stomach muscles of sequoias, indeed

Satisfaction remiss
A whimsical kiss
Kingdoms for bliss
Fall in the abyss

Forever is a long fucking time


Muse Rabbits

Impressions of impressions
Of allusions of wonderment
Factorial fantasies

Old cranky men
Floating above clouds
Of wasteland memories

The slower we go the more we see
Invisible to everyone save self

When the throttle is open
And the rudder broke
Closing our eyes is no longer an option


Safe

Driving ourselves crazy
Finding our places in the big, big world
Overly complicating situations
That are already overly complicated
Due to no (all) effort(s) on our part
Inwardly focused infatuations
Stroking egos fragile
Afraid of shadows – afraid of light

The only question is why
Must it take a tragedy to find sanity?
Cannot we protect the innocents?

Time alone will tell all the stories

Inspiration comes in many forms


-3-

The sharing of each other’s
Worlds – for better or worse –
Investigations and explorations designed
To aid in “the learning” and edification

But how can this heist actually
Be pulled off? As amoral as it is?

Believe me – this hurts my brain too
High stakes gambling consequences
Are, if not pure pain, the
Seeds of angst and paranoia