When nothing’s helpful, nothing helps;
when Yellen talks green, markets yelp.
Once again, CPI soars;
rates head up three quarters more.
Printing bills as they go higher,
throws more gas upon the fire.
Economic cycle fun:
nothing new under the sun.
Few things in life are truly free;
at least I have my poetry.
Acres upon acres of snow white clouds
Lie beyond our air flight window
Spans from horizon to horizon
As wide as we are high;
Bumpy clouds with ridges and valleys
Whiter than the white sands of Destin,
If only I could step out and walk
On those billows of brillian white fluff, then
When tired, I could lie down in a ridge
And pull a portion of cloud under my head
And pull another over me for warmth-
Ah, but that is impossible I think!
This airplane flies through the thick vapors so
The clouds would not hold me while suspended
six miles high above earth:
Yet, Jesus will return one day*
On an white horse riding on a cloud
What a day that will be_
Majesty and glory brighter
Than the glorious white I see-
-EvelynPearl Anderson
*Revelations 19:11
.
The rectal wind
is a wayward wind.
A wayward wind
that's bound
to wander.
Many of us
were born
above a wayward wind.
When told to, “Pusssh.”
Momma couldn't
keep it in.
Valentine Vapors
In the midst of her valentine capers
she succumbed to a case of the vapors
with a grunt and a groan
she wound up alone
so the sweet lass just spread out newspapers.
John G. Lawless
©2/14/2018
Vapors On My Window
Peeking out a window through blinds that never close
Seeing what you see not knowing what you know
Everyday they are out there and their numbers seem to grow
Peeking out a window through eyes that never close
Panic breathes unevenly as the vapors splash the glass
Momentarily obstructing things but the vapor never lasts
The mist lifts again clearing the windows of the past
Then a breath covers it watching it fade away too fast
Three days without moving an inch, planted in permanent ache
No need to ever sleep when you always wanna stay awake
No need to even eat when the plastic fruit isn't fake
Paranoia meets suffering in a much needed coffee break
bmdavey@05/11/16
Back to Vapors
A mild winter sun sets blazing orange.
Mist rising from the mirroring pond,
sightly blurring sharp-outlined
black skeletons of summer trees.
The stillness of gray vapors holds silence in thrall!
At pond's edge I ask my friend Jim,
the astronomer,if he seeks to understand:
With a gentle, encompassing sweep of arm,
Jim gathers the silence of the pond to his heart,
his hand resting there a moment:
Directly, then, with wan-wise, glance,
Jim says: " Yes, but ...here.....now, you know!"
Slightly smiling, then, he turns his gaze
back to vapors!
Wallpaper Vapors?
I wanted to repaper my room
But mom and dad said it’s too soon
You just did it yesterday, you crazy kook
But THAT paper had kayaks and today I want nuns
My parents just looked at me, clearly stunned
Had I gone religious all of a sudden?
Ignoring them I tore down the paper with glee
It wasn’t level, anyone could see
And put up my nuns in revelry
But the nuns didn’t pop
So I decided to stop
And hang up my posters of musician Kidd Rock
But that looked too teenish to me
So I threw them away and grabbed a painting
Van Gogh’s “Starry night” looked like a dream
The perfect wall covering, at least while I sleep...
Palindromes used: repaper, mom, dad, kook, level
4/17/12
Black Eyed Susan
Life's footprints,
I correlate to tracks in fresh snow;
Track depth or stretch of days
Hold no lasting significance,
For flow of time and noon day sun
Prompt both to fade beyond existence,
And others to question, if in fact,
They ever existed.
Only angry about the stupidity of my
Forefather's miscalculations and
Now living within an archaic formulae
This makes me undulate as a situation
Spins new dna
Onto phantasmagorical
Fingertips whilst attempting connection
Maybe in the hopes of singing with pure diapragm
Yes
Deep throat and lung vibrations
Make the multitudes sway in rhythm
Can the cans
Come on those worthy
Spill into the arroyo with spit laden lips
Shine like the corona splitting atoms
Never forgotten
Energy moving in pure elucidation might mean
Dogs on the highway
Fog on the bypass entrance
Songs from deep inside the limbic meaning a breath of
Freshly ground thought has some validity
I remember the women of my life
I recall the spectral moments so that
I retract no statements
Other than those
That brought out the gray