Poems

truth wears thin until your skin
hungers for a lie
tell 'em sell 'em to begin,
obfuscate, deny
shiny, sinuate and smooth
so much better than the truth

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we frame the question, frame the shot
as if our vision's square
world has no windows -- we've forgotten
what it's like to care
to watch, to listen, to engage
unless we've put it in a cage

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enemy mine
your sweet science refined
doubt is your counterpunch
if memory serves
it is what I deserve
for your shadowing, thanks a bunch

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here's a lever for the clever
Archimedes' design
though he hadn't used it, ever
if that lever had been mine
I'd have lifted the whole planet
leverage my beck and call
though the planet's mostly granite
does not want to move at all

Armageddon Cafe
the Four Horsemen's old haunt
there's an auto-da-fe
In the back -- come help taunt
all the sinners as they scream and burn
ashes placed in a red granite urn

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sly Athena -- shoulda seen her
as she helped the hapless Greeks
and Poseidon, chose their side and
pitched right in -- they're up the creek
cause Apollo, vain and shallow
picked the Trojans in his pride
well, and Ares went for Paris --
likes a man who steals his bride

I believe in even-steven
Zeus proclaimed from up above
and you, mighty Aphrodite
started all of this for love
Gods do battle, poets prattle
and the war goes on, of course
were I Shakespeare, I'd ask fate here:
half the kingdom, for a horse

she takes out her age old groom
dusts him off with faithful broom
puts him on the greying porch
in his bony hand a torch
evil grimace, full of spleen
the house now fit for Halloween

As Marvel superheroes roam the lands
in search of carbohydrates stashed about,
and candies, seized by little, greedy hands,
exhaust supplies, an existential route,
I wonder, is it Hallmark? They're to blame
for this extinction of my M&Ms?
Is there no limit, no proverbial shame?
Their parents, from the Ganges to the Thames,
do they no longer teach the little tikes?
Take some, and leave some for the next to come.
Have you seen candy prices? I mean, yikes!
You'd think it grows on trees -- it does for some.
Oh well, I sigh, replenishing the bag
Don't mind me now, I'm just a tired old hag

Some think Sisyphus a metaphor,
a cautionary tale
Roll? Uphill? What the hell for?
And all to no avail
I think he does it for the thrill
to see the ball speed down the hill

a skeletal hand
bursts through the freshly dug grave
free delivery

as the reason for the season sinks below the waves
well heeled boffins in their coffins restless in their graves
hands of bone pierce through the stone, get ready for their tours
but mine is safely in the closet, where do you keep yours?

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my overgrown imagination
sees forests behind every tree
a wizard and his machinations
to reign supreme, and magic nations
that like us, still yearn to be free
all that and more... a library

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