Poems

 Frappuccino

​I am a coffee bean,

Browning in the sun

Ground into service for the tastes of modernity.

​I am a Starbucks.

A constellation of black stars, hidden in infinity.

Consuming, consuming.

Until

 I burst forth and rain down in a

big 

big 

BIG 

BIG 

VASTNESS OF COMFORT 

delighting the taste buds.

Stimulating!

Fizzing the whimsies that burn softly deep inside.

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Germ Free Generation

A broken butterfly

Defies the call of age

Howling for satisfaction

As the butterfly decays

And Yes!  He brushes daily,

And Yes!  His breath smells nice.

For cleanliness is scared.

As widely adverised.

She sang of antiseptic.

She chanted Hare, Hare

With joy she rang the Celestial Bell,

yet fell into dismay.

She lived the dream.

She fought the dark.

She pricked the public eye.

And in her desolation she keened her last goodbye.

Hostage to Fortune

I own all this, the dream I built.

I own to the horizon and much beyond.

I stand above all, I answer to no one;

My shadow steals light from the darkest corners.

I trust only me.

My dream is so pure it denies all harm,

My intention so luminous it burns all objections.

My councillors are wise; I pay them well

for reflections

of my hopes,

of my desires.

I look well in their mirror.

It soothes my questioning mind;

It fades my doubts

into the banter of oblivion.

Behind my iron cage 

I hear the muffled playground laughing.

The stones and dust

 were never walls 

when I was young.