Clearing The Air (Life Studies)

The poem’s not 

Meant to perplex you, 

Dear reader—it’s there simply 

To make you question what 

You’re doing here. 

 

 

Child's Play Ain't No Pushover, Is It?

Now, seeing you’ve found 

Your way here 

With precious little 

Effort my good man, 

Gets me thinking that 

Doubling back to where 

You started should be 

Twice as easy, even 

Though it sure looks like 

You’ve already gone 

One giant step too far 

Beyond it. 

 

 

 

 

Ephemeral Myopic Poet

The most obvious thing one can say 

About his life was that 

 

He spent it mostly doing what 

He was best at—observing closely 

 

How little one actually sees 

Clearly in the course of a day. 

 

 

 

Payback

At last the worst is over 

And done with and everything 

 

In order; in return, 

All we have to do is stop 

 

Expecting nothing 

But the best in turn. 

 

 

 

 

Crowing In Absentia

What if I told you the late 

Afternoon skies were full of fright, 

Full scudding black cawing 

Clouds, the people below slowly 

Turning ashen—what shade 

Of grey would you be 

Decked out in tonight?