The mountains of the mind
are not high,
peaks that raise no taller
than the spike of a moment,
and yet,
to climb them can be treacherous,
thoughts can be avalanches.
Better to just watch,
those bluffs, buttes, and cliffs
as if on an oscilloscope,
let them pass you by
as meaningless blips.
Categories:
oscilloscope, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Let’s put the title of these thoughts
aside for a while.
None of this is real anyway.
The talk is ghost chatter,
a pitter-patter of escaping images.
The arrangement of these words
claim to be poetic
yet can you hear the uncouth hammering
of blind console keys?
What is thinking now is a passing jiggle
on an oscilloscope attached to your awareness.
What you think when reading this,
even now
is transforming into distant gull cries
strained through a megaphone.
Don't try to make sense of thoughts
and words
your reactions are a part
of the lie we peddle between
ears and mouths.
The poem is done.
It will live now
just as long as it can be contained
in a storm tossed teacup.
Be as reasonable as you can,
move on
read or write,
imagine a day
without you dreaming you.
Categories:
oscilloscope, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Reading my fridge magnets,
I’m surprised how interesting
the world is
when stamped into rubber decals.
Rome, Ankara, both Buda and Pest.
I watch an oscilloscope between my ears,
the spikes are a sort of travel language
spoken only by bedbugs and vagabonds.
I nod at a graphic depiction
of pelicans bombing Florida.
I remember you and Sarasota.
"Yea," I say, rubbing my chin,
Sarasota is where bedrooms bloom
in the morning light.
I don’t see a magnet for Ohio.
Maybe they sell them in Michigan…
for target practice.
Categories:
oscilloscope, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Kissing her gently a dayspring, Daphne, in streams of light....
Chromatic chiffon curtains; their greating be this dawn ? Ornamental
Stitchery time's storybook soft, lashes fluttering while she dreams so, lovely
Tranquillity greeting his dawn silk cocoons; baroque, love's palette panacea's brush
A picture's window framing these strokes oscilloscope, paschal tides ? Scholastic waves
Embracing her shores palatial's mistress; free verse chrysanthemums, with gossamer wings
Belles-lettres, this beautiful damsel ? Novem she sleeps cascading locks a prophetess; silverish hues.
Categories:
oscilloscope, love,
Form: I do not know?
Kissing her gently a dayspring, Daphne, in streams of light....
Chromatic chiffon curtains; their greating be this dawn ? Ornamental
Stitchery time's storybook soft, lashes fluttering while she dreams so, lovely
Tranquillity greeting his dawn silk cocoons; baroque, love's palette panacea's brush
A picture's window framing these strokes oscilloscope, paschal tides ? Scholastic waves
Embracing her shores palatial's mistress; free verse chrysanthemums, with gossamer wings
Belles-lettres, this beautiful damsel ? Novem she sleeps cascading locks a prophetess; silverish hues.
Categories:
oscilloscope, angel, art, autumn, love,
Form: I do not know?
he's no musician
those aren't love songs he wrote
they're computer program notes
I slipped away in the nanosecond
it took him to blink
he doesn't know what hit him
maybe a floppy disk
falling from the sky
then again, it could've been
a hard drive
someone needs to hit his system reset button
it ain't me
some other girl can pickup
his dropped parity bit
or worry if everything she says
is word perfect
I've been through his disk drive wringer
probed by his oscilloscope
and had my best chips blown
now I'm sitting by my abacus
a smile on my lips
he can count me out
no modem's attached to my phone
drop me a line in pencil or ink
when you're powered down
then we can backspace delete
alt control home
Categories:
oscilloscope, computer-internetme,
Form: I do not know?