Month: March 2005

  • One Distant Light


     







    Darkness settles in


    Like the clang


    Of the gallows’ bell


    Judgmental


    Discordant


    And irrefutable


     


    A time when


    All alone


    Self-incrimination


    And reproach


    Wander freely


    Through my mind


    When failures


    Seem insurmountable


    And flaws


    Become ravenous


    Caged animals


    I sit beside


     


    And the little


    Inner voice


    You reinforce


    By telling me


    I have


    I will


    And I do


    Is so timid


    Cowering between these


    Self-created and


    Shrieking accusations


    As to go almost


    Unnoticed and


    Most certainly


    Ignored


    When sleep


    Remains at bay


    And whiskey


    Provides no


    Adequate escape


    When it seems


    Only suicide


    Can stem the tide


     


    There is yet one thing


    One distant light


     


    I wish I may


    I wish I might…


     


     


     


     

  • This is for a dear lady friend of mine who needs just a little bit of teasing.


     


    Her Inner Child


     


    Her illegitimate


    Alien freak fetus


    Gently fades


    Waning into


    Nothingness


    Replaced by


    Mild paranoia


    Hypochondria


    Psychosomatic illness


     


    … Or possibly a kidney stone


     


     

  • At the Unfashionable End Of the Ooze


     








    At the dawn of life


    When the first creatures


    Crawled from the proverbial


    Primordial ooze


    Evolution was busy


    Watching its wondrous


    Beautiful new creation


    Take trial and error


    Stabs at survival


     


    These hand-crafted


    Chosen firsts


    Had everything


    All the best


    Evolution could offer


    Its hopes and dreams


    Carefully assembled


    From the best ingredients


    They practically glistened


    Packed full to the top


    With the need and tools


    To survive and adapt


    Change and grow


    Build and achieve


    To become their creator’s


    Penultimate vision


     


    Meanwhile…


    At the unfashionable


    End of the ooze


    In the cesspools


    And waste dumps


    Where the leftovers


    The garbage


    And the undesirable


    Muck of creation


    Is dumped


    Out of sight


    Out of mind


    The sickly medium


    Of undesirability


    Is formed


    Its lurking potential


    Unknown


    And unannounced


     


    In this filth


    Life of another kind


    Gurgles away


    Slowly and hidden


    Stealthy


    Evolution


    Happily brewing


    His chosen ones


    Drunk on success


    Is contentedly unaware


     


    Here life is lumpy


    Disfigured


    Misaligned


    And inappropriate


    It twitched and jiggled


    Limped and loped


    It cavorted


    Undesirably


    Without design or reason


    Without purpose


    Without a righteous hand


    To give it shape


    And guidance


    And love


    Yet it grew


    None the less


     


    And while Evolution watched


    His beautiful beings


    Emerge and blossom


    And take their first


    Tentative steps


    On this pristine


    New world


    A dozen or so


    Misshapen figures


    From the muck


    Climbed aboard


    Life’s short bus


    And made their


    Daring, dashing escape


    To leave their mark


    Their stain


    And their own


    Special blend


    Within the mixture


    Of life to come


    On this planet


    Unforeseen


    Unwanted


    Unplanned


    Unscheduled


    And relentless


     


     


  • My Italian Girl


     







    You are my penne


    My ziti


    My love rigatoni


     


    Entwine me


    In your spaghetti


    Let me peek through


    Tubetti, into your world


    My fingers caress


    Your eliche curles


    As we snuggle together


    Like gemelli


    Warm and clinging


    Like twins of the heart


     


    Orecchiette so dainty


    A nose like lumache


    Lips of lumaconi


    Blowing cochiglie kisses


    As I return anelli


    Of my own


     


    Capelli di angelo


    You are the source


    The very angel herself


    In streams


    Of tagliarini


    Or tagliatelle


    You float down to my side


    Bucatini, though so far


    From basic


    A fettuccine enmeshment


    Comfortable


    And satisfying


    You are the farfalle


    That makes my macaroni


    Less ordinary


     


    Let me add you


    To fusilli


    And make of you


    A dish so sweet


    Let me caress


    Your vermicelli skin


    As I cover you


    And fold you


    Into the loving


    Ingredients


    Of my embrace


    My fine little


    Al dente


    Italian girl 


     


     

  • When I wrote my “Failure” poem, I had a bunch of stuff left over that I kind of liked but just did not fit into the poem. Thus, the leftover lines and a bit of messing around with them became this poem, “Apathy”, below. I wasn’t satisfied with it as is and thought I should go with the nautical theme in the third verse.  Add a bit of Norse mythology and it became “Apathy `board Gunnlod’s Mead” which, as some people have noted, has some similarities with “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” by Samuel T. Coleridge who is one of my favorite writers.  Since several people have asked me how I write a poem, I though I would go ahead and post this rough draft for those who are interested.

    Apathy (A rough draft for comparison purposes)

    A dance with the listless
    marionettes with cut stings
    heaped on the parquet
    All vitality long sloughed away
    By the always advancing
    Always encroaching
    Tide of frustration
    And failure

    Once proud and strong
    A browbeaten chest
    Bashed time and again
    Against the seemingly
    Immovable wall of hope
    A cruel wellspring
    That cried “try, try again”
    But provided no prize
    For the attempt
    Only punishment
    For the crime

    Thus the will is crushed
    And the struggle grows weaker
    The attempts to overcome
    Fewer and further apart
    Desire and trust
    Are dashed upon the rocks
    And life becomes a long
    Savage shipwreck
    The once fierce heart
    Drifts to and fro
    In the sea’s foamy surf
    Eroding with indifference
    Degrading into entropy
    At last arriving
    Sinking into the harbor
    Apathy