Poetry
I took ol’ snail upon a trip
Upon the live-long sea
Ol’ snail she is so silent,
More silent, still, than me.
We wander forward on the tides,
And wander back in time,
But all upon a Tuesday-drear
Ol’snail she speaks in rhyme.
With metaphors a-plenty,
Right on the cusp of…
Poetry
a fluorescence of luminescence
gathers to a phosphorescence
of thought control
the music
spreads an arpeggio
of discordance
that enters the soul
like the Via Appia or
the old Roman Road
mixes of music,
cascades of sound,
control
the pulse of the shape
the color a plastic fantastic
version of summer…
Poetry
open your heart to the misery
of those who live without hope
learn to walk in another’s steps
do not avert your gaze.
give all that you have to give
see with the eyes of a child
learn to not count money,
my friend,
value comes and goes
stay on your toes…
Poetry
hear the mountains spring back into shape
their brown-blue sides winter lingers in crevices
the weaver of water a tinkle of god
fish screech to water.
nobody’s salty tears fear wars over water
listen to the lap-lap-lapping of the weedy Bure
sadly my song’s whiskey my sadness.
overwhelming my heart slows.
arrhythmia getting worse day-by-day
water peeled…
