Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Childlike / Finish

You can be child-like-I,
Feeling all things tremendously.

You can be deadened inside;
Nothing moves you stupendously.

You can seek middle-just-right,
Finding extremes horrendously.

You'll find things catching your eye,
Catching them the sole aim you'll see.

You could live dreams all your life,
Drifting always pretend to sleep.

You may balance edge-of-knife,
Staying upright defies all feats.

You might rather rush the line,
Finding death at the end a treat.

Saturday, July 2, 2016

One wing, no flight

Moth wing,
Just one
Flaps round
On ground
Up walls
In jaws
Of ant
Straight line
Sheer might
No grace
Of flight
Spun round
Bright lights


Too much
So my impulses,
—unserious, emotional, with difficulties—
Do not all achieve