A thousand years

Has passed again

And so

The comet nears

The priests prepare

The virgin lass

And now

The god appears

They play together

In the sun

He looks

Within her heart

And finding what

He’s looking for

He knows

He must depart

The comet circles

‘Round the sun

The god

Soon disappears

And harvest

Is delayed again

Another

Thousand years

 

O Morning Star

How you

Adorn

The sky

Yet break

My heart

For with

Your eye

Upon the

Morn

My lover

Now

Must part

I close my eyes

And breathe…

 

I’m floating

Down a river.

 

Slowly the river

Begins to

Loop lazily

Through forgotten

Valleys of

Timelessness.

Occasionally

I catch a glimpse

Of myself

Floating along

Around a bend.

I think to wave

But we both know

Peace of mind

Is to be had here,

So we breathe,

We breathe.

You get a raise.

 

You smile.

 

Your father dies.

 

You smile.

 

You smile.

 

You smile…

Endeavoring

To write of hands,

And all that they

Can do,

I found the thoughts

I’d jotted down

Just grew and grew

And grew.

 

Handy artwork

Digits ten

Prehensile palms

One for Zen

Call for peace

Without a word

Build a house

Flip the bird…

 

I’m overwhelmed

With hands and so

To finally end this rant,

Instead of listing

All they do,

Here’s one thing

That they can’t:

 

They’re very skilled,

But flesh and bone;

They cannot build

What must be grown.

 

 

On our last day of marriage

My ex-wife gave to me

Twelve beers a-brewing

Eleven burritos baking

Ten tacos toasting

Nine nachos nuking

Eight Eggos waffling

Seven sausage sizzling

Six hot dogs heating

Five bologna rings

Four fish a-frying

Three Ex-lax

Two sleeping pills

And a subsequent

Load of laundry

 

 

Employee of the Month Award

Around my neck was hung

The barrel of my .38

Was pungent on my tongue

A deadly glass of poison

Was lifted to my lips

The suicide solution

Was at my fingertips

But then quite unexpectedly

A cure for me was found

(The way she put her hair-net on)

I guess I’ll stick around

Dear, I’ll never care

If we live

On a prayer,

If our silverware’s

Just stainless steel;

If our diamonds

Are glass,

And our gold

Is but brass,

Just as long as

Our love is for real.

 

As I was walking home one night,

A thunderstorm blew in,

But I would not be hurried

Though the rain would soon begin.

Lightning arced across the sky

In splendid disarray,

And for a moment night became

As naked as the day,

And though the wind began

To drive the rain against my face,

I challenged Heaven’s fury

And I kept my steady pace.

The sky unleashed a deluge

As the wind began to roar,

And soon the blinding sheets of rain

Had drenched me to the core.

It wasn’t long, the rain let up,

The wind began to die,

And soon a warm and gentle breeze

Began to clear the sky.

The stars came out like shining jewels

Adorning Heaven’s dome —

The storm had passed, and now at last

I ran like hell for home.

 

I met a wizard

One day by a creek;

I sat down and listened

When he started to speak.

He spoke of the nature

Of space and of time —

He said they’re illusions

Construed in our minds.

He said we were born

From the ashes of stars,

And that some of my kids

Will be living on Mars!

He said that the grass

Was every color but green,

There’s no future and no past,

But only — in-between,

In other dimensions,

Beyond the known three,

Inertial momentum

Becomes gravity,

He told me of things

So amazing and grand,

That most of his words

I could not understand.

He saw my confusion,

To him I was blind;

He said the solution

Was to open my mind.

He reached in his pocket

And smiling at me,

He pulled out a locket

And inside was a key,

He said, “Take this with you,

Wherever you go,

And in turn, you will learn

Everything you must know.”

So I started my quest

To look for a door

That the key would unlock —

So I could learn more.

I searched every cranny

And all little nooks,

In streets and in alleys

And even in books,

I searched a whole life-time

For that hidden door;

I searched every why, when,

where, and what for.

Then one day it hit me

I must have been blind

Not to see that the key

Had really opened my mind,

And now I’m a wizard

And I’m telling you

If you sit down and listen

I can make you one too:

Take this old key

Try every door

You can find,

And one day you’ll see

That you have opened

Your mind.