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Clause Cause
From period to period
You sentence me
From lime to line
I’m so very hung
On punctuated stops
And exclamation points
Stich to stich
You beat me down
Refrain for once
And let me sing this song
Friendly Pointer
I don’t know where I’m going
I don’t know where I’ve been
But if you are my friend
You’ll point me in the right direction
Location
Where do we go to find ourselves?
To clubs or forests or cemeteries?
We all need time to think
Beyond this place
Beyond the band now, hair and clothes
We are all the same
Kids In Uniform
The girl scouts want the boy scouts
Like cookies sales in grocery stores
A chocolate mint to savor
A fundraise drive for coins and more
Well-prepared for the Purple Heart
Pacts and rank-aimed God and country
The boy scouts want the girl scouts
Like medals, to be pinned on them
A boxcar raced and trophied
Outdoor man’s bagging fish and game
Well-prepared for the Purple Heart
Pacts and rank-aimed God and country
The girl scouts want the boy scouts
The boy scouts want the girl scouts
The boy scouts want the girl scouts
The girl scouts want the boy scouts
Ostensibly
Stating the obvious
We belong where we sit
Only in America
Is that not good enough
Only time keeps us
Somewhere
Profound
The way a crow lights upon a pole
The seed of a plant
The will to survive
The autistic virtuoso
The infinite forms of music
The art of translation
Travel thoughts from the window
Anthem
All my life I was taught this song
In grade school to sing this song
Sing along, to sing along
Till the buildings came down
Till the buildings came down
Top To Bottom
Who can read the sides of a line that
Is coded, read unlike you normally would?
The missive hidden, discovery to be
Greatest is the hider, whose name comes after the
Artist lurking aside the song the singer
Of the many lyrics you can think of
All move left to right and not like this
Time provides the music, but direction makes the song
Others Like Me
A simple thing to be oneself
But quite another to be another
A path to know ourselves
But a climb to be the other
A seeming look and guise
Making humor (seem so) wise
So Many Things Effete
Subjects like feelings to follow
With weight existential lie fallow
Thinkers, philosophers sterile
Childless in thought sterile
We are what we leave behind
For others to seek and find
If no one does anything well
I suppose we really have nothing to tell
Want and waste leave us empty
To not do anything, tempting
If our time is idleness spending
What good is productiveness pending?
Picture This
You’d like to choose my wardrobe
And dress me up in ties
You’d like to tie the knot tight
Own me till you die
You want to buy a van
And drive the kids to school
You’d like to get your hair done
Hang out really cool
You want our family portrait
Pictured in a frame
I’d rather skip that moment
If it’s all the same
But that’s not me
It’s not what you really want
You want our family portrait
Pictured in a frame
I’d rather skip that moment
If it’s all the same
I’d like to show my anger
If I really cared
I’d like to show emotion
But you would be scared
But that’s not me
It’s not what you really want
The Way of Things
Looking out over foreign soil/fields
I feel myself bend and fold
For them and me, and all of us
And all the things we know
They’re so profound
We fall deeper and swallow
Into the ocean hollow