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Childish Leader Tells Childish Tales

Bloody war raged on.
Superpower leader said:
"Sometimes kids fighting
like crazy in the yard, can't be parted."
"Best leave them fight on for a while."
Anyone care for TACO and cheese?

Childish Thrill

See, that is there joy
Let kids play, take years to change 
And laugh at their past.

No More Childish Thing

Are you tired of me
Be patient, I have grown up
Child, no more I see.

CHILDISH DREAMS

Beyond mere imaginations— Dreams,
                   •Peace, like the air blows everywhere.
Behind a closed door— War,
                   •Greed, a relentless struggle for

Puerility

Childlike wonder fades, 
In the mirror, time's soft theft. 
Hearts once light, now weigh, 
Dreams of youth, a distant breath, 
Wisdom's price, the joy it left.

Voices Staring at Me

Up here Inside there at the Center
My Voices quickly Come slap again
They Point it out and Run it down harsh
It Smarts

Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening

Over another Off to the Left
My Voices funny Voices clever Chatting
They Smile at me and Nod yeah yeah
It's Good

Voices Voices I got

Detolf

Today was the first day I held 
a sledgehammer with intention
Callouses connect palms to fingers
tiny fleshy boa constrictors.

There is no catharsis
I know this to be a hollow act
With a face smithed of iron, 
a body lathed with linseed wood,
and a head full of nothing.

No I am not thinking, I am
in fact refusing to do so.
This

Childish World Poetrix

in my childish world
   everything was fun and joy
  peace, love, dream and poetry

Bubbles

Bubbles,
Bubbles,
Bubbles!

Bubbles in the air,
Bubbles over there
Bubbles floating past,
Bubbles here to last

Bubbles in summertime
Drifting in the breeze,
Bubbles during bath time
Bursting on your knees,

Bubbles on the seaside
Frothing on the shore,
Bubbles during yuletide
Fizzing as you pour,

Bubbles in the blue sky
Flying with the birds,
Bubbles not knowing why
There aren’t enough words


Except for one,


Bubbles,
Bubbles,
Bubbles!

Bubbles in the air,
Bubbles over there
Bubbles floating past,
Bubbles

Apologize To the Platters Now

Only poo can make this world seem bright
Only poo can make what's heavy light
Only poo and poo alone can thrill me to the bone
So I fill my toilet to the brim with poo.

A Childish Muse For a Child Mind

ntoward are the ill-starred,
unto death is the road.
Unto all is charity.
Unto life is wine.
The merry sing unto sleep
then unto dreamlands
they must go, I and you,
each of us the king of Xanadu.

I Am Childlike Not Childish

I am the ultimate fabricated furious me
Hiding my weathered, worn, wonderful sides
Pulling out the slow downs, hoe downs and stops

Dropping myself cleverly into convenience paths
Of newness and wise women truths
I am readily unafraid to reveal my whole self to others

Insane? Of course, I am, in many directions.
But in the ways that matter, I am quintessentially

Boy With a Skateboard

Boy With a Skateboard.

Her heart pounds, the cup in trembling hand
The waitress assures he’ll be here soon
The minutes pass like hours
Her face doesn’t betray her anxiety
Putting herself out there
Easily hurt, another sip of time passes.

His cap is fashionably back to front
Skateboard in hand, wheels facing out
Too old to be surfing the path, surely?
His nonchalance might

Devotion Poem Vantage Points

** Devotion Poem, VANTAGE POINTS **
(For Jim. #17 in Devotion Poem Series)

“I’m not a romantic,”
   you announced at the very beginning
With a side-flick of your hand
As if you might then stand
To exit…taking along your trail
Of cool colors — the blues and greens —
Too unwilling for any startling
By my sun yellows, tangerine  oranges

Shopping Cart

The Shopping Cart

Upon my veritable throne I survey
subjects of sundry colors,
cans and jars, packets and bags
arrayed in reverent order before me.
I am appointed, by natural virtue
captain of this mighty ship
past denizens of the white-tiled, polished sea
steered through (a)isles by two sturdy hands.
Before me lies, in mangled letters,
a royal sanction, listing treasures from far and wide
my

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