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thundercloud building a tower
air circles, spongy and warm
head bowed, the sullen sunflower
waits out the gathering storm
longs for a look at the sun
though mama said:
careful, son

The clouds obscure the sky. It smells like rain.
Lit by a lazy sun, the daylight scatters
and paints the world dark greys. Their murky reign
appears complete. No other color matters.

The reds, the greens, the blues: how sad their state.
Desaturated, dull, monochromatic.
Resigned, it seems, to their ignoble fate,
they're rescued by a sudden burst of static

as lightning overwhelms the greys' defense.
Ignites the very air, divine creation.
One second to rekindle every sense,
reminding every color of its station.

God's waters break, the sky no longer dark.
Reborn, the colors draw a rainbow arc.

double vision
indecision
doubt, uncertainty
rescission
you're so afraid to lose
still, you have to choose

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asking the prostate
to pee, not to pee
as I lie prostrate
oh, what will it be?

questions like this
occupy those of age
no, not existential
but am I a sage?

I find as years pass
can it only get worse?
Wife says don't be an ass
can you get off your horse?

Did you finish the tasks
on the honey do list?
I must do as she asks,
do I really exist?

I think therefore I am
as Descartes had surmised
and so I say yes ma'am
why are you so surprised?

as the man on the moon
surveys lands down below
knows his reign will end soon
as the sun steals his glow
can't help but reminisce
memory's just a kiss

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he's no angel or Zeus
this young leader in flight
no, he's merely a goose
but the wind brings delight
so he chases the moon
here's hope catches it soon

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Firecracker ignited, the sparkles soon fly.
Bright and lustrous, excited, they take to the sky.
Each seeks proper position and height.
And the Goddess' name? She is Night.

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Why would the wise require any words?
Such wisdom is required by the silly.
The sheeple, as they gather in their herds,
meandering through pastures, willy-nilly,

yeah, they could use a word, tell it to them.
And leave the wise to their informed devices.
The dumb, though, they could use help in a jam.
They're always lurching into some grave crisis.

Henceforward, I shall say: word to the fool,
and this way, no one has to pay attention,
and everyone's the wiser. What a rule,
and I'm avoiding causing any tension.

Advise, it seems, is rarely sought or wanted.
Although a few insist, remain undaunted.

on some summer nights
the moon is a stark haiku
the poet unknown

A crimson rose demands to know my name.
Incredulous, I ask her why it matters,
or does she think all humans look the same?
I start to tell her but attention scatters.

Another soon chimes in: how old are you?
Who'll water us when you're no longer present?
I bend to tie a shoelace on my shoe.
The earth, dug raw, more pungent than unpleasant,

as welcoming as ever. It remains
the one connection to the dust I came from,
the ashes of the fire in my veins...
The rose bush is persisting in its tantrum:

Who's going to take over when you're gone?!
The monument's for two. I was the one.

"Cry 'Havoc!', and let slip the dogs of war."
Spoken by Marc Anthony in Shakespeare's Julius Caesar

the dogs of war slipped newly loosened leashes
their flea infested manes run stained with blood
they roam the countryside, depraved and vicious
leave grimy, mangy paw prints in the mud

yet every one of these was once a puppy
so cute that smiles break out and hearts soon melt
a mischievous and joyous ball of happy
and now a skull and bones dressed in a pelt

what spawns a dog of war from such beginnings
is there an inner flaw, a well bred trait
how narrowly do men define their winnings
how unconditional, how raw their hate

a dog of war is surely man's best friend
devoted, loyal, faithful till the end

choose your illusion
the world's in your hand
an easy conclusion
all goes as you've planned
though doubt often lingers
you might singe your fingers

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