Passion Unwise

if life is a journey as is often said
then surely i would be wise to
use recommended roads
find good companions
hope for boredom
nothing unusual
read billboards
drive carefully
pay tolls
strap in
sit
and
never see
what lies behind
the tree lines that blur by
looking more like green fencing
and less like the gate through to my way
but if life is apple pie then it's best while warm
and if it's music, i'll wiggle dance like i'm three

"Many are stubborn in pursuit of the path they have chosen. Few in pursuit of the goal."

After Chopping Wood

High abandon exposes
The loved child
Whose whole world is a hearth.
She ghosts beneath
The grown-ups' knees,
As they sit on encircled stumps
Around their flame
With a play of shadows
Dancing between smile lines
As they watch
And wordlessly nod
And raise a toast with tiny cups -
For Joy ever was a spirit best sipped
...with a kiss...

Black Moon

Fear-some?

Tonight a symbol
(sometimes, just a man)
A witness or suspect,
Or a history
Approaches
Beneath lamplit
Branches.

In our night's
Easy caress,
The black
Heart breaks
More often
Than in a
Blue moon.

To Smoothen

The depilatory effect of aging

Grows more glaringly

Into the perfect metaphor

Of how the august deluge 

Will polish our hardness

Smooth and gleaming

Rounded and strewn

Like so many pebbles

Clacking their balderdash

Running along a river bank

To Reign

Condensing
Clouds
Into rain is 
The trick.

Your
Floating
Water
Should
Flow
And not stick to skies,
No matter
How blue
They may seem,
To bake and parch
The terrain of your

Dreams -

Your dancing seedlings
That pine for the Flash
And Clap! -
That know that all Pressure
Spells Hope.

Alea Iacta Est

I only sometimes grasp that the die has been cast

And this is just as well.

In a game with only one player

You always are and yet cannot be last.

Because I came in already staked at risk of ruin

I’ve learned some rules

And studied the competition

To stop them from being my undoing.

I looked to grand-masters to weigh in -

Those that have some style.

The best of them say

The meaning of the game is in  playing.

"Lipogram" sounds like a screening procedure for subcutaneous fat - "I" doesn't belong

Play along and tarry on.

Lean headlong.

To look back at events,

Your eyes track an old reel and

Cannot help but jump and repeat.

Can you be honored by or sorry for

An eternally aleatory past? (Ah, yes, overlook the BANG)

Mouse pad - “Great” sounded off - “Upper East”.

Aye, no need even to ask - some personally pronounced Zen “proof”:

Stone drops, splashes and tadpole floats up.

Dog sees and barks. Tree dances. The Master monk passes gas

Because the Koan has no form and makes no sense.

WWWWW

"Sumus quod sumus" (1)

Ref:

(1) Ke$ha