Short Junctions Poems

NEURON

Nerves all end in junctions
Not just any synapse
Never just point to point
None of the nerve signals
Needing reinforcement
Nature’s evolution
Now better understood...

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Visionary’s promise,
   what’s never seen

Believers die invested,
   in lives that wait

Junctions of immunity,
   and sweeter air

A mutilated oneness,
—we call the truth

(West Philadelphia: January, 1973)...

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The road to your heart 
Is always busy
Sometimes jammed
A lot of junctions
A lot of traffic signs
A lot of flyovers
A lot of humps 
A lot of bends
Dangerous and challenging though
But amongst the many stops 
Yours should be the last stop
The safest to rest
The most joyous to relax...

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Rider on board…..
Life is a road trip,
Where all the experiences,
Are the junctions.
And we travel along,
In those turnpike.
With gloves on,
 With the confidence.
So let's turn the Ferrari,
With a key of luck,
Be like Royal Enfield,
Spread your majesty,
All-over your dynasty.
Why? Should you hasten,
To reach your destiny,
The monarch of mausoleum....

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If it hadn't been for poetry
what would I have done
with all those cliffs
I almost jumped off of--
with all the riffs
in the music of my life
I couldn't seem
to get enough of.
With all the passion
I imagined I couldn't
live without.  Poetry
was the place I passed up
the junctions I might
have chosen otherwise,
when Wise had nothing
to do with it.  You can 
be sure of it: Poetry
saved my life....

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If it had not been for poetry,
what would I have done
with all those cliffs
I almost jumped off of--
with all the riffs
in the music of my life
I couldn't seem to get enough
of--with all the passion
I imagined I could not
live without.  Poetry
was the place I passed up
junctions I might
have chosen otherwise,
when Wise had nothing
to do with it.  You can
be sure of it: Poetry
saved my life....

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First day of May
When people gather in one circle
Workplaces become so quiet
But streets and junctions so noisy

Public facilities at stake
Also wives and kids

The aspirations come on behalf of God and human right
Labor right
Conveying to the authority and the power

The employer and rich men, being lose
As if lose

First day of May
The day people strive for being more human
Being richer, more powerful and recognized...

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Drag me headfirst facing the red lights,

Throw stones that turn to gold dust,

Cruise through a pile of crumbling structures.

The buildings of the past.

Critics drawing out rapier blades,

Their swords casted in flames,

On wheels we swerve the pathway,

Just three junctions away.

A pocket full of sad villains,

A swig of wine to another high,

Standing tall on this grey horizon,

Searching for a new paradise....

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(At this time of year, when I go to collect my morning papers at dawn, I often come across little groups of pigeons, always at road junctions, pecking away at something.)

What is it with pigeons at junctions?
Each morning, there's loads on the floor,
they scuffle around pecking down at the ground
there's something to eat, that's for sure.
You'll often see some really fat ones,
they're there on the tarmac each day,
and sometimes you may see a flat one
who didn't get out of the way....

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Soon, they shall flood matters channel
To the formed five-man panel:
East Town's urgent need of good spade
That shall into big waters wade
And arrange useful bridge,
As one drowns and next is the fridge.

East's Generator to suck flood 
Like mosquitoes would sleepers' blood
No Government's fast attention,
A sad picture's odd retention
Yes, pavements, too, at the junctions
Waters there need interruptions...

East's flood zones to face big tunnels
Or if you wish Trillion funnels...

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