Have at it

Have at it, the course of derail 

Impenetrable only to the naïve
Stick a fork in it, yolk out its ingenuity 
Denial, lifted on shoulders 
Two sizes to small
Rupture pumped veins red-dry
Simplistic, ABC, 123
Rhythm a steady non-discordant
Hefty mind-ogling nonsense
Whisper’d, ear to ear, tongue to tongue
Eccentric, Unique, or downright odd
Life’s many clueless ventures
Flicker black & white plainness
Into yellow & orange peachiness
Mute hollow jagged, yet 
The catch is, there is none
All the swirl of letters
Left dancing into the void
Spell, though somewhat
Obscenely R-i-p-p-e-r
Care to Have at it
Repetition duly noted
Calm applause dies out
French leave…

Hello

Hello

How long has it been?
Notice how these days
The majority assigns
“What’s tolerant”

I’m okay (don’t ask)
The less I speak
The louder I become
It’s confusing
Like putting a (?)
Where there should be a (.)

They say (who are they by the way)
“All the answers you seek reside in you”
I’ve dug deep but still can’t tell
If it was just a rhetorical saying
Left to satisfy the truth

Let’s deal with some uncomfortable truths
What is love? What is happiness?
That’s a genuine (?) I don’t know
Maybe it’s because I don’t feel I deserve to
Being your own best friend can be hard too
Noises of time echo louder
Are you ready to join the crowd, yes, you?

Mundane Appeal

I use straws these days

To drink my liquids

Easier on the teeth

Slower the intake, feel fuller

Staring down at my glass

Half empty, half full

Slightly shorter than the pencil

I’m using to write this

But the water it contains 

Drenches my body with Life

So I ask you this

What came first, water or pen?

Change

​​Change as pragmatic as this

Causes centuries to interlope 

Stars to intertwine

Crooked lines to line

Words redefined to suit me
Like the deduction of paintings
Add another cross to the tally
That stands drawn in some back alley

Weak, indecisive, too sentimental
Attributes, which in part, reveal
Like most trouble souls, a fraction
Of some hidden depth ….

Change as implausible as this
Causes doves to hit glass
Reality will settle in eventually
Like a guest unannounced


Psuedo-memoirs

​I would count cars from the balcony

With my stubby index finger; tap, tap

Childish notions on God and earth

“The suns following us mom”, I say

Only thing that mattered, really

Were the inner workings of imigination 

Before the proverbial “boy meets girl”

And the truth was purely innocent

Wonder and adventure hidden in all

Had us fanning our delight; childs play

Why grow up? Why stay young?

It takes courage to admit 

We want both

With reality’s intercession