Different times blah blah blah Call for different blah blah blahs As in Right now there is no reason For all of those blah blahs And extra blah blahs None We need to be direct! Tell it like it is And not worry so much about Offending the cliché police The earth the sea the once blue air The glaciers the beleaguered soil The fires this time So instead of stories about this or that Neuroses This…
John Wick is cool If you like that sort of thing And I do But not for the usual reasons He’s in-de-struct-able And that can come in handy – a lot That’s really it in a nutshell And, no, he doesn’t have Superpowers – per se He just survives when others don’t – like moi For instance Like when I’m fighting my usual endless battles Against ancient but lively assassins and I keep dying over and over again John Wick…
A farmer on the way to market Told his beautiful muse That we’re much too self-conscious These days So she said to him Don’t I know that! As if she were from New York By way of Dublin By way of a steamer A century ago Or was it a zeppelin? Not that it matters Because she flew on her own, Regardless Muses can do that and more Much more Like make us think We’re making the art When it’s…
There are degrees Of course There are always degrees So that one can connect And still not know you Like the friend who saw your face Before you were born Knew that face before it was here And after it leaves the scene After it moves on to that place None of us can return from Or talk about with the living So bridges can range in size and strength From the shaky to the permanent From the earthly To…
The best writers do more than just Take you there They do more than just describe the scene The village city ocean sky They bury the dead where you buried yours They surround you with your own secrets They sing the song you learned in the womb And only in the womb The best writers know you Even though that’s impossible Even though that would mean The walls you thought existed — between humans plants animals space — Never existed…
Live for today? This may be among the most pressing Questions of the era Given the fires the seas the melting ice caps Why? Why is it so profoundly important? Because I said so That’s why And because I just said that You stopped reading Most likely Which leads to our next proposal: Dance sing play the drums Piano Guitar Bass Like it’s the End of the World Like no one is watching While being cleverly Decidedly Indirectly Didactic…
It’s so clear to me now Like the crunch of frozen snow And the cuts it makes When we don’t wear shoes It’s so obvious to me now Like the hurling infrastructure Of crestfallen waves that seem Desperate to put us in our place There can be no direct communication There can be no epiphany via words Only images And sounds And wounded flesh Get through to us And even they struggle To make a lasting dent In our move-along…
It’s a common theme among Certain kinds of philosophers That life would have no meaning If it never ended Well, it’s not common, really; It’s rarely ever brought up, To be frank Or Celt for that matter I see things in a different way, And always have Due to my double helix Glasses, tilted raffishly to one side So I dissent And dissent again Which is to say I pour another whiskey Getting a drop or two inside The snifter…