Continent

Pearl
After pearl
After pearl
I throw

Spending my days

Deeper
And deeper
And deeper
I dive

Losing my air

Circus of soil, of sea
Ringmaster, surf dweller
Walk away, swim away
I lord

Freeing my soul

Demurrer

Permission
And you don’t need it
Rocket fuel, though
For out-of-this-world ideals
Owned by idealistic men
Courageous ones with gall
With a willingness
To join hands with the Other
To answer
To make an admission, but never concede
Human

Kazoo

I can sleep now
It’s late, or early somewhere and I’ve worn enough sets of eyes for the day
Uncertain eyes
Thankless eyes
Never felt quite right, though
So I got tired eyes

Now all that’s left
Remember whose I am
Then what green-gold glint
Comes fluttering back
Roaring, of course, but of your blinded eyes
Blinding mine
Tired still

No Mere Myth

‘Tis true, love is a madness
Yet not merely, tho’ entirely
And its abode a wrongful ill
Yet I, at home in love
Nonetheless


Original thought Credit:
William Shakespeare; “Love is merely a madness….”