Light Green Ford Explorer

The light green Ford Explorer
Barrels down the backside
Of G-Vegas Po-Po.

Pedestrians in the crosswalk
It flies through
Blown like leaves
Dancing and leaping
Out of its damned God-forsaken path.

It must reach the intersection in time
To plow though the yellow light
Over the bike in front of it.

What's in a soccer mom's mind when she's driving

 
 
 
 
 

May Woden's G-Vegas

Tree Sky

Queer Limerick 1

Though I try really hard to be
Just nakedly bare, what you see
Whether this way or that
Hard to tell where I'm at
Don't know what it is being me

Why Question Everything

Multicultural Encounter

Yasuno Chikao of the Empire of Japan converses with Len Siffleet of the Commonwealth of Australia on their varying cultural views.

Mesa Cloud

HR 35

KFC - Use our coupon to not get a meal

Rain Check Information

"We are so sorry, but due to the overwhelming response to our FREE Kentucky Grilled Chicken™ meal coupon, we can no longer redeem the free coupon at this time. ...."

K'un Fe Shun

Faced by the right
to leave them unchallenged
shows a lack of courage.

Blue Sky Clouds

WOW :: Danny MacAskill :: Edinburgh

101 Bumper Stickers

I May Pun

May a
gay stew
like warm burgoo
free us

from stormin' clouds &
times lugubrious!

KFC - Click here to not get a coupon

KFC - Click here to not get a coupon



... and then again even if you think you've got one it may not give it to you ...


... and once again on a physical machine ...
there's your choice of this ...

or this ...

... OK, really more than once -- five, or six, or I GIVE UP!!! ... times.

Egyptian Swine

Egyptian Muslim Government
slaughters all Coptic Hogs
as a precaution against swine flu (Influenza A (H1N1))
which doesn't come from Coptic hogs*.

May be next on the agenda:

Egyptian Avian-Brained Government
slaughters all Egyptian Humans
as a precaution against Human Avian influenza (Influenza A)
which at least could come from Egyptian humans.

Egyptian final solution:

Last remaining Egyptian after above stupid-ass episodes
slaughters all Humans, then Blows up Self
as a precaution against Human Stupid-ass Syndrome (HuSSy)
which originates from humans.

*Perhaps I shouldn't mention that it is currently theorized to come from North Carolina, or perhaps they'll want to blow up all North Carolinians.

K'un Fu Tzyu

I hear and I forget.
I see and I forget.
I do and I forget.

Kitty Hawk 1

Discussed

Up there

Depend on reason as our guide to shake the misty fog
their corporate body brings too bear, their eye within the log
a fact or two will helpful prove in questioning their god
who Harmon cast the women to, he'll prove to be most odd
deeply inhaled the fat that burned on altars by Magog
loved nostrils filled with witches burning brightly on a log
fat minions stole from orphans so to plate his house with gold
war, bribes and kickbacks make the greatest story ever told

there are five thousand years gone by and yet two thousand more
the ancient god got eye for eye without a settled score
the sanctimonious prayers flew up, he sucked them one by one
they whet his appetite for blood, he throws them to his sun
his children turn from skin to bone to dusk Gehenna's floor
with claws he grasps A bad 'un threw him out Heaven's iron door
time knows no fiercer deity, iron fist will, Heaven's run.

Down here

Down here, he'd have been likely to choose
1939 Berlin for his retirement,
where people worshipped only the gods of slaughter:
Death god, terror god, destroying god, night god.
He couldn't ask for a people more in continence
from disgust, fit to carry out his best work
the five years of destruction.

Afterward he'll rove the lands
serving Ireland, to inspire a bomber
not missing a chance to sell his way on weekends
to a terrorist here, or a dictator there.
Here comes Carlos, fresh from Venezuela
there's Idi. Good for them
They're not put off by the smell of the abattoir
or by the blood left on the killer's boots,
enough blood a groan man died in, or the whole earth.

While they fly to pieces,
he piles his books onto his truck,
smiling to himself at how appealingly now
it takes so very little work
to carry out his plan.

Severe Impairment

When we are learning carpentry
& are just novices
& begin using a saw
& ruin a good saw
one could comment on the situation as:

"Tyro saw, us wrecks‽"

Dark Star

Nein Mo

Gilbert 02

All American Freedom

Wart on Error

CRUSH T' ERROR!

GO TO T' LIBRARY!

READ!

Gilbert 01

XV

May Bee

Loving this, loving that
Tulips blossom, willow twining
the wind & the rain, come
roar & pour, roar & pour—
streams winding together. Ah!
Love in this country!

L'Internationale War Torn Error

WRETCHED OF THE EARTH!
AVENGE ALL WRONG DONE YOU!
LEARN TO THINK!
AND LOVE YOUR FELLOW MAN!

Shell

Nebulous

Miss Esso Loo

One was the poet of Cathay
Pound an unusual way
Ill Sweet in a ditch
Clear as fate to twitch
The Songs lost all that was gay

Left

What white rabbit said,
"Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be
too late!" Green van turns.

MCMXXXIX :: for & a ½ Brautigan

Draufschändlichgänger
broke into our house
to grind sausage.

That was in September 1939
and we lived in the slums
of Tawarszawacoma.

Uncle Jo stole up from Georgia to help
bein' helpful he'd steal officers
to put in the grinder.

Uncle Jo liked his sausage mild
and would turn the handle,
slowly, slowly adding all
and watching their faces,
and Draufschändlichgänger would pretend
that he was a monkey,
hopping one foot
and holding out
a tin arm.

Goin' threw them changes!

"... flexible ... people ...
go through phases ....
People do change and the
change is permanent."
—Joseph Nicolosi

Permanent change,
most unique
mostly pregnant
moistissimo catholic knowledge
giving talking head intelligence‽

or I could just say some people suck others blow.

Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galilee

Brautigan was driving a HMMWV
through the Galilee.

A hitch-hiker named Yeshua
hopped aboard trailing behind
him a flock of lambs
who'd been eating
pieces of him.

"What are you
heading?" asked
Brautigan, as Yeshua
head through the window
refenestrated the front
seat.

"Don't Panic",
soothed Yeshua,
"they've just lost their head.
Let's go anywhere,
anywhere in the galaxy."

"I'll follow you
but only to the
ends of the earth!"
shouted Brautigan.

Yeshua replied,
"I sing, 'Limitless undying Love'
and dance, across the stars,

but fleecing flock my path cross
& nothing's gonna change their world
should their cabalry catch me at Skully's Place
I'll be late."

Intoxicating Sober

Always be peaceful,
Totally there!
The Great I AM!
Too feel each
Tick in time
Lifting your head
To the Sky! before return to earth
Sober be and see the way.

How?

With poetry, virtue, life!
But get sober.

And if you fall
asleep on a golden porch
in the green grass
on whatever pallet
dull dun darkness developing,

ask a clock
ask a bird
ask a star
ask a wind

ask everything that flys
ask everything gamey

ask everywhere the Bon Ton Roule!

ask speech
ask song
ask dance

WHAT TIME‽

Answering

a clock
a bird
a star
4 winds

"You're just in time!"

Get sober!
Stay sober!

Poetry way, virtuous way, life's way, write a way!

Eddy Street - Part 2

Teresa said,

"There were drug dealers,
hookers and homeless people
outside the door to our room.

To top it off,
the room was filthy dirty
and there was some sort of smoke from drugs
that were being smoked by these people
in the air that [was] coming under the door into our room.

I have photos to document this."

Eddy Street - Part 1

Baudelaire was sitting
in a doorway with Brautigan
I saw them both right here
in San Francisco.

Brautigan was well versed
with his story, he could conjure
dinosaurs.

Baudelaire and Brautigan
were drinking sweet desert wine
"Il faut être toujours ivre"
said Baudelaire.

"My haunt's the Rode way Inn,"
said Brautigan. "And I can
remember when men walked
these streets."

"Entrez-vous sans cesse!"
said Baudelaire.

Pitt-Greene Connector

I stand in the middle of the crosswalk
In the middle of the lane
Square in front of you
In a bright blue Aerostich suit
Walking across the crosswalk

You really do look like you're going to stop
But you have a befuddled look on your face
As you're braking your Green Dodge Caravan
Perhaps unable to comprehend why there’s a bright blue person
Standing directly in front of you
In a crosswalk

With your neatly groomed coif and tasteful attire
You could be Michelle's sister
But I don't think she'd ever don
That look on your face
Nor choose crime like you
Who swerve close left around me
And roar off after your light
Your illegal maneuver complete
at least this time without making you explicitly
the cold blooded murderer at heart you are.

Scuppernong Song

Scuppernong

Round is the bottom, O the wine glass boyo
Lightshaft stand prominent in front o boyo

Glistening yellow-bronze skin berry boyo
Light seabird ready for the soarin' boyo

Burst berry flavor fills the mouth O boyo
Finish left the sweet and salty taste o boyo

Sweet white Duplin county mine is boyo
...

Sonnet 69

Close parts of thee waft close within my view
Bare oh thing where heart's thought the tongues would wend
All tongues, the voice of souls, give us to do
Utterly bare truth will seek each his end

Thy inward thrust with outward praise is grown
By the same tongue that give thee so thy moan
In other accents would this phrase be blown
Thy turn return me what thee I hath shown

I drink in beauty thine within my mind
As thee fullfill my measure with thy deeds
Thy tongue givest pleasures me, O most kind
To thy fair flower spray of salty seeds

Above and below where doth mirror show
They shrink away where did formerly grow

Spring 98

To you I come, so merry in the spring
Wet green plaid April strips off winter trim
Spirited youth plants spring in everything
Past Saturnalia laughed and leapt on him

Yew, lays of boyds sung shouts to who men smell
Spring flowers bloom a queerly different hue
Make me and all the summer I'll re-tell
Proud lad Puck pluck his lap there where he grew

To then so wonder at the limpid white
And praise the deep vermilion when it rose
Sweet shaft of sun light dripping with delight
Drawn to you, springtime spraying all of those

Taste winter at the end of Willie's play
And dream time turns all bright memories gay

After All Love

Jan us now facing both weighs time
Past magic miracle before
'tis meet the sparkle in the eye
I for you wore

I see you light Ζέφυρος smile
No splendor of Κροῖσος past us
I have grown happy in our home
By my Empress

Though World-Storm smash against our house
Dawn golden light will see it cease
Flooding sweetest love will come fill
our home in peace

Over the planting sun

Over the planting sun
Hard golden clouds
Slide moist
Under the furrowed days.
Heat, the earth rocker
Comes shouting with you
Your beautiful love
I remember.

Over the snowy hills
When the grey dusk
Trails its last light
On the dying day
A thousand memories of you
Striding past
Pause and touch me
Telling me
Ineffable answers.

One Path

Two paths diverged by the forrest green
I would not travel up the two
But my companion's eye had seen
Down my path bent bushes lean
A dense wood with a darker hue

So down the dexter dale he strode
Where grassy goodness filled the air
Past bright meadows on his taken road
He wore a path to his final ode
A glade where all will fair

So up the sinister path I went
Sand, dust, mud, rock, cold, heat, mist, dark
Rose thorns tearing at the flesh God sent
Dead branches crosses inward, bent
The path many trode has left its mark

Mayhap we'll be telling, He and I
Some unknown country by and by
Though our pathways one time diverged
Returned to one path, one way urged
At the end, side by side, we lie

78 Southern Pride

Seven score and eight years ago
Forefathers foment rebellion
Defending indefensible
Firing Fort Sumter

May Merry Pride in Southern Ignorance
Never Again!
Drag our people
Down their infernal abyss!

Seasons Past

As Summer follows Fall
So Winter follows Spring
The past flows past
Before us

Let Them Be Dreams

Hold not too tight to dreams
Let them go

Sparrows
Let them fly
Let them soar

True dreams
return to you
transformed

Sparkling millions
light passing through hardest diamond
transformed

wondering new possibilities

Could be a good Friday

Jesus won't you just pass over me
I've long forgiven you for what you didn't create

I don't want your blood streaming down my throat
I don't want to cannibalize the broken bloody carnivorous feast

I've no need to be forgiven for what you didn't create
Jesus can't you just get over it already

Regular Man

Pretty men wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.

I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a Man

Regularly.

Regular Man,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a Man

Regularly.

Regular Man,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.

I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The rise of my chest,
The grace of my style.
I'm a Man

Regularly.

Regular Man,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to jackal and hide.
When you see me passing
It ought to make Gay Pride.

I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a Man

Regularly.

Regular Man,
That's me.

Þis or Þat

depression is silent, friendless darkness never ends,
Rage is explicit and his smashing breaks his face
depression in America, G-Vegas pseudo-friends
Rage, like justice, his skull a shattered vase

How shall I speak to you?

I think I would like to speak to you with a Remington 12 gauge shotgun stuck in your mouth
I would like to pull the trigger and watch your eyes as the back of your skull vaporizes and little bits of blood, brains, and bone spatter the wall behind you

I think I would like to speak to you with a yanagi ba slicing through your genitals
I would like to watch your eyes as I slice each of your testicles to small slivers and slice into a thousand pieces your penis

I think I would like to speak to you with a fountain pen stuck in your eye, first the one, then the other
I would like to watch the black ink flowing out and filling your eyes with the endless darkness you face for all eternity.

I think I will speak to you with my pen.

Carpe Viscum

Thousand tiny cuts
Burst my chest, shredding my heart
Leaving only pain.

Dove Too Pun

Dawn dove floats flying
Past eves, roof mist, up soar sun
Beak opens, high coo

Protocol Survey :: Michelle Hugs a Queen

In a random survey of contemporary queens, it was found the old protocol of not touching a queen to be completely obsolete and a vast majority of all queens surveyed went on to state that they would just love a hug from First Lady, Michelle Obama.

Queen Elizabeth went on to demonstrate this by hugging First Lady Michelle back, even though the queen's wrist was a little limp.

CSM Queen's Hug

To Late Ah Din

Clanging for told his time one day
One event no delay
The rest of time he has, the rest
He knows the place he'll fill
Lain flat beneath the till,
Where time withers where time once was.
Now our answer must satisfy
The question in the stony eye:
We are the living telling now
Place roaming laurel on his brow
Knows question's answer now.

What happens to life when time is to die?
He understands Death; soon You, soon I.

The way of things

The tortoise scroll of nine

Was missing the one
Which is nothing

That is the way of things

Putting in the Seed

Come & fetch me to my work to-night
On the supper table lay
Burying the white
smooth bean & wrinkled peas

Soft as petals from the apple tree
Smooth & white & bare in sight
& so long for you
slowly in fading light

Servant to springtime passions as the earth
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for the little death
When, just as the furrow swallows the seed

The sturdy arched body comes
Shaking its way & shedding the earth.

Κακοφωνία

Ἄρης month the balance Harmonious
seem most tilted towards the Cacophonous

May April moon's harmony enfold us
with musings delight more Euphonious

Tatanka

Old brown shaggy bull
March steam, knife slicing, black eye
Isanti, Lakota
Saw hundred rode horses hill
Ten thousand ran thunder plain

Ignorance

If not for ignorance
what would they know?

If not for ignorance
what would be faith?

Ignorance A willful neglect or refusal to acquire knowledge which one may acquire and it is his duty to have.

Immortal Way

The way too
immortality
their lies in
immorality
pass not through

Fundamental Revelation

If Fargo is saved,
it will be saved by dykes!

If Fargo is lost,
it will be lost by the failure of the people of Fargo
to lift up and support their dykes!

How far could we all go
if we were to fundamentally
lift up and support dykes everywhere‽

¡DAGAMPOFÖSKREÞ!

¡DAGAMPOFÖSKREÞ!

How can you plagiarize?

All words once
Before you

It is written.

What new and original idea exists?

Þe Þing

þat haþ been, it is
þat which shall be; &
þat which is done is
þat which shall be done: &

þere is no new
þing under

Þe Sun.

¡DAGAMPOFÖSKREÞ!

Inspired too a comp lish

If I weren't so inspired
I might actually accomplish something.

Reasoning with a cager

The reason there isn't 500 grains
from my .460 Weatherby Magnum revolver
passing between your eyes

is the reason I don't carry it with me

That & the absurdity of there being one
but then you exist don't you‽

Perhaps enough reason‽

Head North

Cut Ohnyákara
Eerie tears wet flowing falls
New York mourning light

Acceptable

I was listening the other day
some British newscasters were saying
they'd heard Americans saying

Wall Street financiers should apologize
or they should just kill themselves

they thought this was unacceptable.

I agree.

If they would apologize
and THEN perform seppuku

I would find that acceptable.

Raining Morning Curse

A thousand times you've driven your pickup truck
south on Greenville Boulevard
and turned right onto 10th

Every time you've done that
when your southbound left turn lanes were red
and the southbound through lanes turned from green to red
and traffic was still going north from the south
the next thing YOU KNOW happens
is the northbound left turn lights go green

Yet you sit in the right turn lane
and you sit in the right turn lane

waiting
waiting

for me to start forward

THEN you turn your damned truck!

Why?
Why?
Why?

May every shrimp in every cooler in the bed of your pickup rot!
May you lose every cent you own!
May your dog die, your wife cheat on you,
AND MAY THE REPO MAN TAKE YOUR DAMNED BLACK FORD F-IN' 250!

Dr. John Hope Franklin

Eminent American, Scholar, Historian, & Humanitarian

It is sad when the best of us go,
we remain lucky that he was here.
       .-.-.
     (       )
   .-.\  :  /.-.
  (    .`:`.    )
   (    /|\    )
    `"`  |  `"`

(January 2, 1915 - March 25, 2009)
Duke’s Tribute

O Bwan Di Ya G' Blues

O blue gran dam
who blew it!

Blowin' apart from a part
meant too Cotanche

I blow it
I blow it

Don't you see
Blue poppa smurf
Bleating
Before your bloody hood‽

dull bovine eyes

dull bovine eyes stare listlessly out of your wooden mind
what lizard instinct awakens you to surge left
urging you to pass the car before you
from the left of the two left turn lanes on 10th Street
toward the left of the two left turn lanes on Greenville Boulevard

where I stand waiting for the light to change

steibel nautilus blasting you, blast you
your blond lizard brain stares lidlessly out
your white driver's side sedan window

now you vanish into your mindless oblivion

Der Hindenburg Unfall :: Dolchstoß

Great ill exploding from his trash is
greater evil rose from his ashes!

Sci Fi Why Syfy‽

Sucks
Yucks
F-
You!

AND ¡BIG TIME WRESTLING!
Tastes like New Coke

Human Quantum Energy

Радован Караџић to world: Richard Holbrooke promised me immunity from my crimes.

Earth to Радован Караџић: No immunity for genocide.

FIDEM SCIT :: On Witless Worthless Witchcraft

Forsooth, world's biggest witch doctor he knows
Even now touch my limp power I say
Eat my words, fish for you on every day
Drop the faith, yer natif witchdoctour gae

THEM

Stop and drop all those condoms buy my faith
HIV will flee my craft thee saveth!
I have known from my Half Jouth on the path
That Jest, Ju Ju drops bullets with the faith!

X I'll s一 :封: 二LP EP

Blossoms falling
Whirling tangle

Writing what use
Writing end less

Heartfelt endless

Call boy
he kneels

seals
sends

this thousand years

thinking

FagGotATac

I will have no agreement with you, Ezra Pound -
I will detest you long enough.

As a man, I spit on you
Who bundled your Italian birch rods farther
I am old enough now to know evil.

Rapt your soul with Satan.

Now is a time for carving,
I take your bronze axe, and split your fasces -
There is nothing between us.

¡..., o la Muerte!

You capitaless pig of a man
you force me into receivership
with your cochonless cash-mart!

Bother!
—if we were poor
we'd stick our belly out
and hold our ass high!

It is greed that has destroyed us.

Hubris no more is
in funds or in mortgage holding.
We sty rooting together brooding
hour doom.

Well—
all things turn brighter in the end
whether you left or choose
the right way
and—
screams are not a mad thing.

Joey the Rat on why he chose to go by the nickname “Sixteenth Bent Dick”

“You can’t resolve it with the distribution of condoms.
On the contrary, it increases the problem.”
To be expected of one with a “tendency” towards an “intrinsic moral evil.”

Gee Mail :: email from a different timeline‽

The Thing Is

Each time it rings
I know it is
not for me or for
anyone for now

it also speaks
with caller id
the ringer's number
sweetly freed from
tell a phone master
we pass, they & I

Sign of the times :: Big Willie

The longest tallest man made object in the western hemisphere is to be renamed “Big Willie”‽

“Sears Tower name to change to Willis Tower”
—Tribune staff report
12:55 PM CDT, March 12, 2009

Heavy Lift

Pœtry can lift the soul

butt
soulless beast
man is

& to Muse
she's hard work

Mist For Tune

Time
Too
Time

Musely afflicted by bad Pœtry
I write words down &
She leaves
me hear.

Paraskavedekatriaphobia

Παρασκευή δεκατρείς φοβία
Paraskeví dekatreís phobía

Triskaidekaphobia

Also, a bad day
to be a banker
to pope & king
particularly when
they're inclement & no fair.

Too True

Some things are just too true to be believed!
I know, it's just a bug in my browser, but sometimes truth is revealed by what bugs you!

W'ere all oneno lla ere'W

How avoid we being
one with the driver with the cell phone - when we're alreadying
one with the driver with the cell phone - yet, we wish not to being
one with the driver with the cell phone
being we avoid how?

Within US & Without US

Space between us all
merely illusion
a distorted perception
an effect of our frame of reference

If we could perceive truth
we could see difference, distance
mere illusion
as we're all one,
& life flows on
within us
& without us.

There can be no spooky action at a distance, because there is no such thing as distance, distance is merely an effect we perceive from our current frame of reference. The absolute speed of everything is always zero. Why are you in such a hurry when you're already there?

Rush Limbaugh :: Devil's in ðe Tale 's

If you believe Rush Limbaugh is the soul
The Republican party has today
The fact you must accept from that would flow
To Satan sold its soul, must fade away.

Lincoln from Tennessee & Illini's land
As Bull Elephant musth trumpeting warn
Lucifer's children, waste & loss at hand
all evil Accuser's plans must scorn!

無

Зву́ки Му

Religious Worthiness :: לא תרצח

Any religion
which must protect its dignity
by violence and mayhem

Carried to its logical conclusion
must murder the whole of humanity
as ipso facto - that religion
has NO DIGNITY!

לא תרצח

Spooky Action at a Distance

Either
1) The result of a driver in a Ford Explorer at location A has a non-local effect on the physical reality of another distant Motorcycle, in the sense that the rider can predict outcomes of the driver in the Ford Explorer from some observation carried out at B; or...

2) Quantum mechanics is incomplete in the sense that some element of physical reality corresponding to the Motorcycle Rider at B cannot be accounted for by quantum mechanics (that is, some extra variable is needed to account for him.)

Turn Turn Turn :: SHEHEIT

It is 5:30
on a Wednesday afternoon

A woman sits
a Red Cherokee
engine running

She wants her Grand Jeep
to turn left from Emmerson onto Greenville Boulevard

There is a motorcycle
he is standing directly in front of her
he has been waiting to turn left
from Greenville Boulevard
onto Emmerson

he has been
waiting
for the black car
it is illegally driving
down the middle
of the center turn lane
in front of him

He is waiting for it
to pull over in to traffic on Greenville Boulevard
may be be fore running over him

then it passes
then there is a break in the traffic
then he could turn left onto Emmerson

what in her simian brain
compels the woman
to begin her turn
then?

Descending into the underground realm in the late afternoon

The stretching trail behind me, a wry 's,
Wends her winding way up to the far distance
So that I no longer can see, nor remember, the beginning
High up, near the promontory bluff

The shortening path before me, drops off,
But not so very far that, though still hidden,
I can not see near his end
Where he finally drops precipitously into the gaping
Caverns below

Walk this way
Now I stroll on down this way
Maybe I’ll stop here or there

Perhaps to see some small furry creature
Scurrying across the way
Never seen again

Perhaps to note some small plant
Growing along by the way
No one noticed before

Here’s a small stone
Being right in the way
Streaked with such beauty

All most alive

No longer so youthfully eager
To speed on down the trail
As previously, I once was

The son once so bright
now casting into shade.

Maybe I would linger
Here, ᾍδης still unseen
A little longer
On the trail
Before I reach
My journey’s end.

3/3/9

sqrt(9) = 3

√9 = 3

Ἄρης

On the first day
of the first month

of this roamin' year

may fallow fields
enfold Mars' lie!

Ares Calling

“Glory! Glory!” Ares' shout
Gory! Gory! round about

lies in gory death surround
victor head ðe feet he found
shades & shadow, all are bound

“In tales, you will live through time”
End trails cover you in slime

Leader leading mighty host
lemmings run, an end for most
voiceless calling, empty toast

“Victor won, & might his deed!”
victim one & mighty dead!

Breathe! Breathe! a mighty sound
Breath! Breath! cannot be found
Death! Death! is all around