– Ian Anderson – Bungle in the Jungle
(tweeted 02.19.2014)
God placed the apple in Eden knowing;
Let loose the snake.
Condemned to everlasting
for a bite he knew we’d take.
– Ian Anderson – Bungle in the Jungle
(tweeted 02.19.2014)
God placed the apple in Eden knowing;
Let loose the snake.
Condemned to everlasting
for a bite he knew we’d take.
I am a monster of my own making;
molded to the mask,
collecting quarters for the carousel,
dying to get off.
Studied in storied academe,
hallowed to entice
in prolix eruditions
though one word would suffice.
void life() { while(breathing) { wake; walk; work; walk; weep; } }
(tweeted 02/11/2014)
Ghost God of the dying promise,
Distant tyrant:
Take this my body that is broken by you
and forgive me trespass into shadows of doubt.
Black stand on a white field frozen
Distant Sol mocks promise unfulfilled.
Crystal fallen jests reflected
Reject booted traveler and trace.
What more is man
than a fiction of clay:
A tale told in time,
in time taken away?
In limerick lilt
or lyric foreboding,
I hope someday to
say something worth quoting.
A poem is a thought
overlooked,
then overwrought.
Tamed, named and set to purpose;
Harnessed, harvested,
taken in hand:
Atoms, apples,
fauna, and forest
defy comprehension
submit to command.