Undisciplined Disciple
The wax and the wane
Tag Archives: Poetry
MY Day, Damn It
Not Humored
A gorilla behind the wheel
Surely you see the humor
And he’s brilliant, after all
If you’re outside looking in….
…but inside….
Gripping at anything stationary
Having stopped laughing miles and miles ago
You rethink genius, throw a banana in the backseat
And resume your route to the zoo
The Lengthening
What puts me on edge about Spring is it makes no promises and refuses all requests.
Without notice, it could choose the craze of a Summer heat.
The best case scenario -such bravery in risking my lust.
Or on a dime, it delivers a confused dose of wintry wrath.
Snow that won’t live to see the weekend, so why-for dear Spring?
But woe be to me should Spring choose a most deviant trickery:
And leave me longing in only the long shadows of a forever Fall.
The Drop
The drop
Atop the chim-chimney, in evening’s early hours
Slow, slowly down rock, round midnight
Absorbed then disbursed by the skin of the roof before dawn
Why, oh why, can gutters steal you by sunrise
The fall
Overruled
Proof, what proof
A zealot’s promise of protection
Why testify
Some purported outcome
Unauthenticated hearsay
An unreliable utterance
Ruled inadmissible
My Craft: A Haiku
Dusty hands a must
No, never an implement
Shall separate me
Space
That game
Of Life
I won
Back in late 1980-something
Which was
To be
For fun
You turned into a federal offense
Hear this
My rules
You’re done
You can no longer share My life
My time
Or be
My Sun
Ev’ry step a mystery
