Poems

I've got to get more in!

Afore I head to the bin

Don't know how when

but 'tis soon my friend

How many times have we moved?!

You and I all together or separate??

enough to keep most folks amused

and numbers with magnitude I bet

I'll Gan Ja now until I die

I see all the reasons why!

Helps me feel well inside

'tis my Gan Ja happy cry!

I take my morning dips

into the blue-green sea

And wonder if my heart

will make its final plea

And if my heart gives out

and whereupon I drown

I'll take one final breath

and let myself slip down

Above the sandy floor

Beneath the final wave

I'll thank my lucky stars

and greet my soggy grave

I'm just a human being,

not more & no negative

I come into this system

as part of the repetitive

I'm just a human being,

not god myth or martyr

I only live scientifically

gone a little bit smarter

It used to be so fun

But not at all fun now

Bum hip and clogged leg veins

All screaming holy cow

It used to sound so cool

But not at all cool now

Cocaine and cigs and booze

All holier than thou

It used to be so nice

But not at all nice now

Blocked heart and damaged lungs

All crying chow for now

A small yellow fish

tags along with me

Darting to and fro

in the clear blue sea

A small yellow fish

chases after me

Staying out of reach

like a humblebee

A small yellow fish

swims alone with me

Moving side by side

in pure harmony

Though I stand on a hill

surrounded by death

I will fight as a rule

to my very last breath

Though I rest on a cliff

with doom on all sides

I will dote more or less

on my bullish last rides

Though I wait in a place

knowing not when or how

I will hope on the whole

for a clean final bow

I want to soar

I want to fly

Like a bird in the sky

I want to drift

I want to roam

Like a dog with no home

I want to run

I want to hide

Like a runaway bride

I want to live

I want to romp

Like a thing in a swamp

I want to feel

I want to stay

Like a long summer day

I'm stuck here waiting for water

none pre-planned so I'm thirsty!

Universe, I have some nice folks

the water's here already, thanks!

There is no dead reckoning

For those lost in naivete

They believe what they believe

Not what truth and science say

There is no awakening

For those trapped by lunacy

They insist what they presume

Often evil-mindedly

There is no dead reckoning

For those blind to subterfuge

They know only what they know

Much like Ebenezer Scrooge

They came

They saw

They conquered

In never-ending seas

They swept

They stung

They ravaged

Like swarming killer bees

They stole

They spoiled

They vanquished

By slow and fell degrees

They fell

They failed

They vanished

A mass-produced deep freeze