Wednesday, November 23, 2011


Thank us for the world and the word
The golden leaves at the window
The rumbling cat purr and the silent breathing of sleeping children
Wishing stars, pine winds and sunwarmthlight.
Thank the world for us, streaming glowing
Sitting in darkness, moving the cities, digging holes through and through
Little people digging graves for mice
Setting up twig crosses
Teaming, creating god
Thank god for providing
A method to madness
The unthinking universe, the never neverness the nevermindness
A reason for the endless, unreasonable starfield
Unwrappable in man’s mind and
Providing a wrapping
Like maybe we are the Christmas present.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Two happy days

Two happy days
will brighten the elation quarter and
run a dull stick through the gullet
with the drip drip of
until too full eyes must tear
with laughter
That voice, that laugh, that little tune
that says
two happy days are enough
just for now and another time
there will be two more.
The master waits around the spider corner
to boom boom beats of eardrums
or is it you inside your head
ding and the bell goes off ...