MEMORY   Somewhere..   A wrinkled old man…   In some   Midnight   Daydream   Smiles wistfully…   Recollecting   Disappointment in the young man   Who   Was once himself…   And thinking of   What once was   And   What might have been…   Knowing   That not only was love lost   But   Friendship as well…

THAT ALL DEPENDS Immediate essentials for survival. The bottom line of existence. In this great saga we are all the same… In the same sense that we are all the same Because we are human… Or, to be more precise, Warm blooded….   The bottom line essentials are food and water… Until the sun goes down… Then they become warmth and shelter… Until the sun comes up.   Which is more important? Heat Generation? Or Conservation? Both? Either? Neither?   It seems that in the final analysis We are all drawn by strong a genetico-magnetic field Toward the simple, complex task Of Keeping the fire going…   We stoke and fuel, And Stoke the fire By whatever means we can For as long as we can And Then it goes out… And then we go out…   Period!   If one does not respond to the pull One perishes quickly… But all perish eventually…   So what difference does it make? Well, that all depends….

OLD WAG Old Wag. The only real girl I ever had. Demanding nothing And Giving everything. No bitter hawking accusations… No psychodrama… Oh, Perhaps a scolding bark And Whine And Twisting spin of impatience At my taking so long To boot-up for a trek… But, Then, I was impatient too…   Today… The first time you’ve refused, Or maybe The first time you’ve resigned. I whistled And got nothing. I jumped And Stomped And Waved my arms… And got nary a flicker of movement. Your eyes said, “You silly fool! I’m too old.” “I know,” Mine said, “I’d carry you on my back, But then, I’m too old Too.”   Someday… ‘Neath a warm winter’s sun I’ll sit on my chaise On the side of our mountain… With blanket tucked ‘neath my chin… A passenger On the deck of my Ship Bound for oblivion… Listening on the wind I’ll hear a young man’s whistle And I’ll see a bright eyed beast With coat all aglisten Dart from behind a bush, Run to me And Share cool water from my canteen And We’ll both be young Again, Old wag…

GRAVITY   Gravity… Collapsing and compressing Until Neutron touches neutron… Teaspoons Of cosmic soup at Ten zillion tons…. Spawning… Stuff that black holes are made of…   Hear of fusion Gravity’s exhaust Supernova… Spawning… Stuff that earths are made of… Places… Where hearts beat… And Minds think… And Intracellular tides Ebb… And Flow… And Gravity still has the Final!   Say….

THE SUBMISSIVE HEART   Butterfly… Butterfly… Your gossamer wings Shining in the sun Reflecting the transcendent Sheen That is your destiny… Where do you fly to? What do you seek? Where does your heart yearn to go? What depth of your desire Has Until now remained unfulfilled? Waiting… Longing… Aching… For him to come And Touch the untouched… Calm the uncalmed… Soothe the unsoothed… Torrent of the Churning… Longing… Aching… Unfulfilled depths of Your body… Your mind… Your soul… Butterfly… Butterfly…

THE ODE TO SPIDER’S EDGE   Spider Hanging upside down His broken legs askew His own web His Death Shroud…   During summer… The dominant beast In that Sunny corner of the room Except For me… The still littered sill Testifies to grizzly dramas Played out every afternoon During summer…   The grass grows brown… The leaves fall down… Summer fades to winter As Omnipotence fades to oblivion… Spider Found like everything else That Edge Is an Illusion…

VISION   How Long has it been Since Last I wrote One of these Things. A year? Maybe two? Today I wrote three, Including this one. Guess I should call Mr. Guiness…   It’s Strange how they come… From nowhere, Like some “god” Whispering in my ear. Without thought. Pure “Zone think”.   Where do they come from? From that great beyond Within? Who knows. But, I’ve learned That one of those “Universal truths”, At least for me, Is That One does not seek for Vision. One waits…

UNTITLED   Dances of every Kind And Description… Including The courtship dance. Taking chances Foolishly For Thrills And Danger And The sensation that We are enough… And Blessed to boot. But Deep down In Those bones of bones Our heart knows That nothing Is enough, because Anything And Everything Perishes. Fini…

HIGH SCHOOL REUNION   Reunion… A chance to “go home again”. Parties… Dances… Hearing lies And Telling some myself… Of raccoon’s teeth Magic potions And antidotes For “Witches” spells…   Each… Looking the same Except for being autographed by Time…   Afternoon… Cro-football man Hail to the Bulldogs Faint echos Of Hero’s deeds of daring do…   Banquet… Four rows of tables we have come Since first we met against that wall. Eastward… We glide across the room Like a shadow cast by the setting sun… Toward two octogenarian Bulldogs From the Class of  1915… Toward their table… Eastward… Across the blue tiled aisle Lies oblivion… I Wonder if Spider knew…

WHO KNOWS?   All day long they come… Trying to get out. Where do they come from? Why do they want out? Who knows? Crawling frantically Helter-skelter With Single-minded determination Focused!!! On the light beyond the glass…   All night long they come… Trying to get in. Where do they come from? Why do they want in? Who knows? Crawling frantically Helter-skelter With Single-minded determination Focused!!! On the light inside the glass…   Does this observation Of bugs At the interface of Dark And Light Have  meaning? Application? Consequence? Who knows?   I want to be your friend… With all the Perks, And None of the Liabilities… I will enrich your Life… Meet me at the interface, Take my hand And Step out into the light… Will there be Meaning? Application? What will be the consequence? Who knows?

PROCESS   Big Bang… Supernova Starlight Sunlight Moonlight Any light All light Focused… Through water’s photosynthetic lens It shines To Man… Through Man The biochemical lens Revealing DNA Rooted… In Charm And Strangeness. There is only one Process…

 

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