Form

I remember the first time
I had a burger without a bun
My practical father said
“A bun is only bread.”
And an impartial paradigm
Was thus begun.

Flatly

That which you believe is round
could be stable, level ground
and other facts you thought you knew
(as taught by those who govern you)

could be lies to keep you blind,
restraining an intrepid mind.
Think you’re smart because you went to school?
To govern means to limit, fool.

Click

The only reaching out I do
Is making sure there’s no one who
Is standing there to savor every stub

Of toes as I attempt to find
My destiny, although I’m blind
And floundering my way from flub to flub.

A life where you constantly grope
Can sometimes hamper your hope
Unless you connect— and there’s the rub.

Correspondence

When gifted with a poet’s I
You then must utilize the Y
For every single thing you C
Compels the question Must it B?

*bleh*

I never sought to be among
Those that like to swallow dung
To prove how they indeed belong
As one of the accepted throng
In fact, I seldom ever eat
Sick to death of cold defeat.

Invested

A wealth of gold
That isn’t worth much
Unless you like to hold
Memories of such
A colorful display

The limbs let go
Their heaping hoard
Beneath the snow
It will be stored
And drawn upon someday.

Secure Society

This one’s numbered, now he can grow
To make for us things that we love so
We’ll give him just enough slack to think
He’s free, before we drive him to the brink

These foolish clods don’t realize
They’re born and bred to swallow lies
And scurry about within the maze
We've made to keep them in a daze

Commence the training, let him learn
We tax whatever we let him earn
Oh look, there’s been another birth
Get them numbered, pad our worth.

Stalwart

When a challenger taunts outside the gate
And you must fold or face your fate
Stand strong and never capitulate

Although you wish to get along
When the inconsiderate do you wrong
Never capitulate and stand strong.

Convinced

On the cusp of concession
He gazed at the sky
To seek intercession
But it passed him by

He kneeled in contrition
And pleaded once more
Despite his tradition
Of sinning full bore

Then he felt a contortion
In the depth of his heart
As a healthier portion
Of love would impart

A new consecration
To always do good
Without expectation
He knew he would.

Novelty

Someone will profit from my prose
But not I
(lying peacefully in repose
somewhat dry)
They’ll say, “Let's put this on a mug
folks will buy
to make them laugh as they chug.”
Eternal sigh.

Decorated

A golden leaf went tumbling through brisk air
As glowing as an iridescent strand
Of Aphrodite's shining curly hair
While blushing autumn made its final stand,
And every soldier stood, their standards bright
Resplendent streaks of color on display
Much like the calculated show of might
Before a winter wind whips them away.
The onset of a bitter cold campaign
(made harsher by the slowly dimming sun)
Awaits us all, despite neutrality.
Our vibrancy will fade, but hearts remain
As fierce as when we thought the war was won—
We battle with our own mortality.

Awash

The thing about prose
It ebbs and flows
Just like the tide
And a good swimmer knows
When to ditch their clothes,
If it’s safe to wade
And when to hold their nose.

Opposition

They want us stacked together
So there’s no way to expand
Or slip free from the tether
Of their insane command

They also want us docile
And agreeably sedate
Submissive to the fossil
That foul fascist state

But one thing they prohibit
Unless they’re the target of
Is when we dare exhibit
Unconditional love.

Protinus

I miss the friends I never knew
That used to leave a word or two
To let me know my thoughts got through

Everyone moved on it seems
I wish them well in all their schemes
Now onward with unlikely dreams.

Withdrawn

Some crawl
Others strut
And most seem truly lost
We could all
Have purpose but
Few will pay the cost.