The Story Bones,
Rattling through my Brane.
Twice told tales,
Driving me to sane.
Iambic pentameter,
Rhyming diameter.A parrot could do better.
Cry freedom from these fetters!
This shite will not cease!
Words, not mine to release,
Upon my forehead they do crease.
I know I shall never find peace.
Camden, London 2010
Oh the ludicrous humor of life.
We strut and preen.
We stroke our hair.
Filling our faces, a fracas of feces.
Do we know or even care?
Where is redemption?
What’s waiting there?
Flickering bird across rippling Loch.
The left eye knows what the right can’t bring in focus.
The two finally behold one Truth.
Eye unite all.
Loch Lomond 2010
Flickering waves
Fractal codes
Thousands of bits of information,
skimming the surface
of my mind, of the water.
Downloads of rotating completion.
Loch Ness 2010
Struggling to loosen the old leather cord.
The knot, pulled tight by a younger man.
Why not cut the tie that binds?
Why not sever with sharpest knife, that ancient tangled mass?
Age grants patient understanding.
Knowing now each part of the cord’s importance,
no matter how tattered.
Munich 2010
