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Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Every Morning

two eggs, coffee
waitress smiles, "Hello guys"
Before sunrise ... Reality
ain't bad

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Struggling with Vaclav Havel

“he balances ... , between
nothingness and meaningfulness”

from Charter 77

Speak the truth.
There are no rules or dogma
to do it for you.
War is never the end.
But sadly,
it is often the beginning
if art goes astray.

great crowds clapping
swooning in admiration
at beguiling words
floating from pen
to tongue
to air waves
spewing catchy images
everyone understands and knows
how they
are one of a multitude
anyone can see
moving and sighing
in delight
breathing emotion
so familiar
no one remembers
fulsome fondness
for freedom
now never
can be

It ain’t bumpkin poetry—
no nursery rhyme themes
simple child virtue
stories repeating
misbegotten Sunday school
hokum snitched
proving that god is good
for the non-thinking
faithful Falwell sycophant
forced to follow
a scheme
and form
unfit for repetition.

Not just for Jane Fonda—-
losers and winners
know that hell
is where they must go
to see why
even fools believe
nirvana’s gate
opens for those who seek
truth before fame;
service before reward
makes it
all worthwhile.

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Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Egad, I'm Mad

In the beginning was madness.

Primordial conscious genius
emerged from unconscious bliss.

Before then, there was no need.

Nature operated like a cosmic clock,
tick - tock . . .

Each part interacting:
breeding, borning, growing, dying,
cycling like seasons,
ad infinitum.

One human aware.

So it is with madness.

Isolation killed off the first ones.

Then a pair went mad.

They had something only they could share;
so, the egg of god was lain.

The product of two, who knew, that they
were no longer like the rest;
they pretended the mountain spoke
with power and awe;
that she proclaimed what they knew
with thunder and fire.

It made madness divine.

Before long there was consensus.

God made it happen.


Sunday, April 03, 2005