Something on Your Mind?

—for Conrad DiDiodato

Some say running frees the mind from worry—

The more you run, the less you mind.

So run if you must but don’t hurry things—

Soon, too soon you’ll find yourself with nothing

Running through your mind.

NB: Do not misunderstand me--Conrad is a thinking man's runner: One who never runs out of thoughts.

Worry Beads 1, Rat Race 2

Some out-of-the-box thinking

Greek once told me

With each click,

You’ll find one less

Clack to worry about—

So what’s this string

Of boxcars doing still

Racing down the track?

Untitled (2)

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

seed pods bur sting

in cemeteries

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

something’s definitely underfoot, silent

little green things are forcing

their way up through

unsuspecting earth.

After the Deluge

here I am

over the moon

smelling the earth

in the air

Conceptions of a Too Fertile Mind

American Beauty in the West Wing

After a painstaking search

Of the house and the grounds,

The knife in question was found

Planted in the heart

Of an immaculate rose bed.

.

gay blade

Deep

In the heart of the heart

Of the country,

Whoever has the balls

To sing

The body electric

Is in for a shock.

.

fodder for the machine

All the way

From the back of the class,

Sent to the front

By an electrifying

Drill instructor—

As in animal prodder.

.

bedtime story

All the world over, rosy-

Cheeked kids like you

Are being put to sleep;

In the abattoir, pale

Insomniac butchers count

Brainless sheep.

NB:  An old one, but perhaps still relevant.