May 9, 2008

  • “For the second time in my life, I’m guilty of committing a crime. Parole violation. Course, I doubt they’re going to throw up any road blocks for that. Not for an old crook like me.

    “I find I’m so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it’s the excitement only a free man can feel. A free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.”

    (The Shawshank Redemption)

April 13, 2008

December 27, 2007

June 12, 2007

  • this old goat is grown tired… and would rather stay home,
    rather graze among sheep again… mostly alone,
    tired from making insufferable cheese all the time
    tired… relinquishing ground to the wolf and the swine.
    the new goat might afford an old, reckless abandoned,
    superlative, tethered, centrifugal tandem;
    but decidedly, outwardly inward umbilical
    does as worse, as the life of this part is ephemeral.
    the ‘present projective’ seems hardly a tense
    to be rehashing out with old, goat cheese recompense.
    old and new, all the same, reinforce by some measure
    why the barnyard must redefine business and pleasure.
    farm-animals   

May 19, 2007

  • Daydrum
    in event of a conscience, it is after all mine
    rebuffed or ‘rebutted’, unhinged or maligned
    in regard to my weakness, i know it is strong
    if there be any boasting to whose it belong.
    if my life is a featherless fowl, slowly roasting
    if this rhythm adventures abominable posting
    let the skewer be every and any at once,
    let the skeweree proctor and pay for his stunts,
    a newfangled suspended kebab, if you like.
    press 1 to defer, 2 fight or 3 flight.
    press 4 to attempt to combine 2 and 3
    or 1 twice if you happen to have a degree
    please listen again as our options have changed
    press 5 to complain or try keep them the same
    press 6 if you signed to defend ways of life.
    and 7 if life style entangled that price. 
    press 8 if your own motives now are not noble
    and 9 if “lunch break” be the only thing hopeful.

April 1, 2007

  • who to aspire to be first before second,
    what to make good of the more than unpleasant,
    when to begin to defend the unborn,
    where to unsettle a seed among thorn,
    why be concerned with the wake of modernity?
    how does ignoring it help the infirmity?
    envy the foster of peaceful community,
    uncharted by sound or by smell of impunity,
    tithe left unbonded or fellowship broken
    or syncopic servant who bury the token.
    anchor what will or what won’t with endeavor.
    ask and receive and rescind human nature.
    but let not the bout with damnation be dormant
    or doormat embellished by deficit torment.
    the angst of the eye lodge a palpable plank,
    once a flagship turned ferry where mutiny sank,
    either scrap or from scuttle or piracy density
    or brigand who brandish unwieldy propensity.
    the last place to live or from home to call earth
    or from earth to call home or upon which to berth
    ought fan the cold fire of philanthropic strain,
    ought kindle concern for the orphanage game,
    ought winnow the widower’s will to survive,
    vie volunteerism and keep hope alive;
    remember to visit the man still in prison
    who wonders today if the sun has yet risen;
    remember the war zone, whose child needs a drink,
    who forges a bomb from a dry kitchen sink.
    “Live and let die and sew pent up posterity,”
    begs indigenous pride or corrigible clarity.
    instead, keep a safe place for faint of the heart.
    the swiftness of careful of speech set apart.
    instruct thereunto for a place left to ponder.
    secure from tempestuous tide or from squander.
    tighten the hoist on the citadel beacon.
    heighten the
    timbre that tally a season,
    a trumpet, a bugle, a torch or a runner.
    send any intensive smoke signal asunder.
    a day will soon break, intercede and deliver
    when a lion who roams about hither and thither
    will be suffered no more upon earth to devour,
    will impact the blunt end of a separate power.
    the people stand down and stand by on that way
    with all kind of cloak and palm frond on display 
    for Him who ride over, a foal for a steed,
    Who dismount and demand, “Bring the children to Me.”

January 2, 2007

  • to travel time, to still replace
    the time aboard, abroad, a waste
    buy back the year, expend it better
    another line another letter
    prescribe a song, prescribe a pill
    and slowly reinvent the wheel
    give, get and take another take
    and softly fly behind the wake
    exhaust the day that brings night
    but let not blindness veil light
    that wrought safe harbored, bended knee
    the upright, down trod pedigree
    be still my soul. be done with haste
    be sooner dead than not by grace.

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