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Expectations
Seldom met when needed
Rarely followed, heeded
Few can have and hold them
Soon they’re disappointed
We must make them
Hold them to ourselves
Kind
If you were a kind of tree, what would you be?
A pine, a fir, or spruce, of course, coniferous
If you were an animal what would you be?
A lion, a bear, a lynx, of course, carnivorous
Transistor
I used to play my radio
And learn of sports and storms
And fix my bike before it rains
And hear the oldie songs
The dial was set for crackle free
And nail hung, swung by dangling free
I thought I was then parent free
Today time casts it differently
The world has changed, I’m older now
The humid memories still remain
The oldies now much older now
The music’s not much heard the same
Cerealogist
Hunting patterns
Unknown matters
Aerial fractals
Cereal circles
Night-shaped bent stalks
Semiotic mystery
Hoax or nature’s
Beauty in geometry
Fortune
Maybe there’s no such thing as coincidence
And all (things) happen(s) for a reason
Or perhaps most of them are accidents
And nothing’s left to believe in
Cast your lot, roll the die
Take a chance, try to deny
Intervals
All things follow commas
In written forms and other ways
Run-ons other long thoughts
Parenthetical things to say
Change of point without a cause
Afterthoughts permit a pause
Inverse Universe
Contemplative
Over many, many things
Meditating
Over many, varied things
Deep in my head
I can see now
Inch by inch
I creep inside
Images, lights, and sounds
The basic things of sensory life
Disappear like a vapor
Allow the otherness to move in
Memory in Exile
We can never go home
To smell the summer grass
And see the land as it was
Free from change to come
We can never go back
To smell the clothes-pinned sheets
And see that house as home
Free from time’s cruel pass
We can never go home
And see the land as it was
To smell the summer grass
Pareidolia
Some forms are deliberate
Forged by evolution
Others are just figments
Forced interpretations
Lincoln Rocks make landmarks far more findable
Jesus in the toast makes mundane meaningful
Matrixed sounds or pictures
Apophenic omens
Paranormal import
Hierophanic meanings
Matrixing technique makes life survivable
Man on mars makes origins imaginable
Labor
Working all day
Making low wage
Earning nothing
Can’t go solo
Always trying
Nothing giving
Make a living
Hardly living
Wink, Blink
Art has shaped my eye
Darwin Succored
Helping nature help itself
Be the fittest, save its health
Put the bird eggs back in nests
Snakes and squirrels will do the rest
Nature’s alive, survives on survivors
When nature survives, survival’s the driver
Heterochromia
Iris one and iris two
One is brown, the other blue
One looks old, the other new
Freaks me out, and also you