OUT OF OCEANUS When your three ships rose out of Oceanus, I wished my worst nightmare had come true, Because the monsters I imagined Were lambs compared to you. Two legions from Louron Marched under Sertorious, So desperate Sulla was,…
Category: Original Poetry
HOW AM I TO JUDGE? The more brute force required, The less a creed is desired.
BOOMBOX GOLDILOCKS Boombox Goldilocks Collected cuckoo clocks and penny stocks, Mismatched socks, igneous rocks, And magnetic building blocks. She listened to music when the sun shone bright, Then counted her stuff long into the night. Pancake Stacks Dax Collected thumbtacks…
THINK Think for yourself. Don’t buy ideas off the shelf.
THE WALK Every day, whatever the weather, I walk around the neighborhood. It’s gated and ideally isolated with circles of streets To explore and upon which to muse. The midafternoon sun splinters into shards of light Between the leaves of…