How to Lasso a Zombie
Zombies are not afraid of crucifix or holy water
They hate sports matches, and emotional soap operas
Because they are the frozen dead
If you are lucky enough to encounter one in the wild
You can distract the zombie with rapid hand motions
While reciting some epic poem
When you find those glazed eyes upon you
Tie the zombie firmly to the nearest tree trunk
To scare away all the crows from the grounds
And prove an interesting conversation topic
When your friends come for dinner
(Zombies have no unions, and do not hold
With lawsuits- and they make great pets too)
Once you acquire one, everyone in the neighborhood
Will soon be out shopping for their own zombie
Just remember you were the original first owner
And they are all just copycats.
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Where Does The Wind Go
Where does the wind go on cold, cold nights
Out of the sight of the bright sunlight,
Under the gaze of the glowing moon,
When all the world is tired and sleeping;
Moaning and carrying on something fierce
Could it be that the wind is weeping?
Where does the wind hide it's broken heart,
Out on the lake, around the boat
And even when no one’s there to hear,
Does the wind ever look for an alibi
When it's so quiet, you can hear your breath,
But the wind only heaves one threadbare sigh?
Where is the place wind could stay it's breeze;
So fidgety, flighty and full of glee
Holding it's breath till the doors fell in;
The windows all cracking their window jams,
Saving it all for a winter's storm
When the trees bend as low as they can.
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Palindrome - Once I Knew That
Once I knew that
Never fully comprehended
Things of this world;
Worse, always underestimated
It's purposes, the trajectory of despair-
Might some things not
Be done differently,
And maybe physics or
laws of gravity
Would be less dependable,
But child needn't be sacrificed
Just so adult be birthed,
And you would not have to destroy love;
Determining what love was worth keeping.
Keeping worth was love
What determining love destroy
To have not, would you
And birthed be adult
So just sacrificed
Be needn't child
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He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon - Villanelle
He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon,
From drops of peridot scattered at sea,
Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
His father not caring where or with whom,
Or from what rare ocean his being might be-
He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon.
He learnt his letters from a dark winged loon
Who flew where the mountains caress the trees,
Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
His speech was a garble of false and truth,
Whistling like a hollow piped reed,
He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon.
His eyes a contagion of waters blue
And brackish trunks of underwater trees
Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
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Don't Breathe a Word of This
There is some infernal balancing sheet at work
Whereby, if I start to become attached at the navel-
Want to spend every moment with my new Icon
Whether friend, lover, writer, mentor, or muse:
Immediately some noxious fume goes up into the jet stream;
It spreads out, coats the clouds; the wings of birds
Strange chemical reactions where the particles land
And the new God has to piss me off;
Shits in my new pajamas, eats the last fig...
They have to do the one thing, I know I just can't abide.
Finally I think I've got it: it's just not worth it.
If I have any plans or strange attractors-
Best to keep them to myself
Nary a whisper- not even written down-
Don't want to tell myself what my real ambitions are
For clearly I am my own worst enemy,
If the past has anything to say about it.
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Epic Men
Epic men of flesh and stone
Travel where are found no bones;
The deepest, where no man before
Could open hope's remaining door.
The men of constellation's fame
Borrowed time, their epic names,
To fight odd battles in the sky
That no one now remember why.
Still there's a corner, not forgot,
An alien, though homelike plot,
Where men of flesh and stone will lie
In state, the doomed spaceship's flight.
They'll rest forever on the cusp
Of magic finds, made in our trust,
So teach the young their names instead
Of ancient heroes, too long dead.
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Wish I May, Wish I Might
Every star's a fable,
A story in the sky,
A trail of angel's footprints
(some angels cannot fly) .
Every tale's worth keeping
And writing in a book;
So every star you're seeing,
Just take a closer look:
There's stars wished on by babies,
And stars from lover's eyes,
Stars that saved a sailor
Or intrepid voyager, high.
Stars that guide the night time,
And stars that swiftly fell,
And stars that shine in daylight,
At the bottom of a well.
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Poetry Is Somebody Writing
Poetry is somebody writing
About soft rotting peaches,
Lying on a table that's missing a leg
In a deserted cottage somewhere,
With ermine curtains.
And Poetry is someone explaining
That the poem holds promise of great beauty,
In the seeds of the peaches,
Even if they are over-ripe;
And even if the curtains are poorly matched.
And Poetry is someone else arguing
That the poem is about avarice
And wasted opportunity
In a post-modern world.
And Poetry is somebody else saying
A poem is just a still life
Made out of nothing in particular,
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High Upon the Rainbow
Some days fill with wonder
Some days fill with pain
And some you'll press between the glass
To look at once again
Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow
Some days will hold a present
A gift not that's not yet seen
And some days bless with secret signs
And some with a certainty
Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow
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Principalities, Dominions and Thrones
Cathedral, how many times now
Have your windows been washed
By the tears of lovers, broken by the rack
How many times has the blood of martyrs
Flowed unchecked, across your cracked floors
How many vile plagues seeped in
Through the stained glass eye
Leering upward into the face
Of heaven's disappointment
How many effigies of the saints
Witnessed you turning on your own edicts
When other tides had turned against you
And how many statues were destroyed
In the raging quakes of anger
Inside the hearts of the downtrodden
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