Drifting
Among azure skies
Needle-like threads
Decry two-hundred wishes.
Eleemosynary prayers
Line the winds of spring
In a cloud of floral snow
One wish permeates the air—
No mouth go hungry, no thirst unslaked.
at night, I think, it's really worse
coldly still and quiet dark
stubborn muses, rusted curse
careless drops on vellum stark
a captured fleeting moment
life gets balanced on a pen
turgid rhymes and syntax foment
only stoke an unslaked yen
in some inkwelled vision quest
asking stars for hints and answers
delving deep in prosaic zest
like poetic necromancers
but simple words for simple years
will weave back a thread of verse
wisely, as an ending nears
keep these notions sweetly terse.
On occasion I ran the marathon
when I was younger and all my powers
of recuperation were much greater than
they are now. I remember in the hours
after the run was over how every bone
and joint in my body aged and ached.
Remembered, too, the moment in the zone
when strides were easy, and breath unslaked,
and moments around the twentieth mile,
when the calf muscle failed and the joints pained,
and FINISHING!, when will, pride and denial
overcame the weakness that flesh ordained.
Hate to admit, now, the twentieth mile,
when virtues replaced by philosopher's smile.
four star circus
side show of war,
thugs on a hillside
another killing floor,
greedy men squabble loudly
gulping down the poor,
coalition vacuole
futility galore,
sobbing children in the dust
silent tears like rain,
generation lost to time
born in tragic pain,
greener valleys stretch on out
blot out the crimson stain,
sons and daughters of the fist
hope for love in vain,
win the peace, slogans fly
bloviating head,
metal coffin rocky graves
feel hobnail tread,
darker cabals plot it out
empire must be fed,
marching legions to the borders
muster in their stead,
parched throats choking on a crust
bitter unslaked hate,
plowshares beaten into swords
blood debts won't abate,
who can say what life is worth
as condolence payment made,
trembling fluid, parchment hospice,
eyelights slowly fade,
sunlight melting slowly
moving through the dusk,
bloodshot eyes see clearly
at the future's empty husk,
dirty smiles, broken grins,
polluted tonic for our sins,
old hob just sits and grins.
Desire coursing through my veins,
Blazing a trail through my sex-starved body.
Thought-patterns cease in my brain,
And a feral hunger dwells within my eyes.
This primal urge, this unslaked lust,
Takes control of my heated blood.
I burn like I'm about to self-combust,
As this fire consumes my body and soul.
This hunger for you I cannot deny,
Nor do I want to quench this thirst.
Take me baby, take me high,
And we shall plummet to the depths of Hell.
Desire coursing through my veins,
Blazing a trail through my sex-starved body...
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