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Freedom of a Certain Kind
Was it a golden age
of freedom of a certain kind
and were we then the lucky ones
the unchained, in my terms?
The next utopia may be rich and sweet
a virtual paradise perhaps
and honeycombed with images but
from which there is no escape
no vantage point
or cold light of day.
From restless souls are we come
from buccaneers with fast boats
their oak planks...
Friday 6th August 2021 11:52 am
I Wonder What They Pray For
As I watch them in the park
spry old couple, ninety odd
hearts re-bored and tooled up
with walking, hearing, seeing aids
a twinkle even in the eye
leaning close, holding hands
these taller, longer-living things
our ever-lengthening DNA string
she blushes, he grins, I wonder who
we must thank?
The gentleman scientist medicine man?
Pioneer, fingering his wai...
Friday 6th August 2021 11:40 am
Wait for It
a thought came
twirling down
from a graying November tree,
one of the last to fall,
announcing,
'look at all my crusts of death,
and answer me.
--bipeds of clay,
do you doubt when
howling winds, ice, and snow
embalm
our root to rock,
that Spring will squeeze
out of us
baby buds again?
for each change
the wintertime will become warm,
the dark will lift,
the lawns will need a...
Sunday 21st March 2021 8:38 pm
Under the bridge
The winds of change are blowing over the hills and storm clouds gather with momentum
For a moment we stand on the bridge
And look at the torrent below us
We observe the destruction caused by the gale
Before taking shelter under the bridge
Like transients we pick meat from a carcass
On a polystyrene tray
I dream of the archer and Aphrodite
Making out to the sound of tubular ...
Thursday 24th May 2018 8:19 pm
Fraught Grapple
Now nearly at the cusp of finding logic to the dare
With expended all vigor and resources in despair
Past forte banked upon has since proven wrong
Heart though persistent, head tells to move along
Most of earlier envisaged is contrarily turning about
Staunchest of old values now cast many a doubt
Notwithstanding abilities, I feel isolated and prone
Stifled...
Thursday 10th April 2014 4:33 pm
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