]]]L-I-S-T-E-N!:
…I’ve sound, and the words come;….
(They pass)….
They’re not mine,
and that’s best, too.
Category Archives: Poems
Birth In Philosophy / Minding Life
I don’t know
What it was for;
I don’t know
Why;
I know how,
Sometimes.
I Am The Will
Bodies can be made accomplices,
As thoughts have motion.
When I push,
You will strike.
I can,
Because you are.
Mad Cow(s)
Millennials,
were not
grass-
fed.
But the spoon,
was sil-
ver.
Old vengeance,
is new vengeance,
is old ven-
geance.
For all you do, you walk the earth;
Incomprehensible song in you—flowering madness,
She, mindless dancer over your breath of history:
Please learn the laws you cannot make.
A prayer . . .
were not
grass-
fed.
But the spoon,
was sil-
ver.
Old vengeance,
is new vengeance,
is old ven-
geance.
For all you do, you walk the earth;
Incomprehensible song in you—flowering madness,
She, mindless dancer over your breath of history:
Please learn the laws you cannot make.
A prayer . . .
Mind Says What You Know
Mind says of the body
You cannot leave me alone with this creature;
I’m caught in the middle
Of the two at war;
I am wasted by their rage.
The light is less
What I am,
Where I am,
But how I am
To live
With and through
This natural war on reason
With you and everybody else.
