Ionian

white 

pebbles

in

the

sun

the

sea

run

ning

all

the

blue

in

the

world

and

then

some

Frame of Reference

Lay your burden down, brother— 

I’m sure you’ve heard this one before 

And I don’t want to sound irreverent 

Or flippant but isn’t it a bit incongruous? 

I mean, we’ve been lugging 

Our frames around for ages 

And we still don’t know where 

The big picture is. 

Metaphysical Iris

Sense! 

You keep after me saying it’s merely 

A matter of sense but in what sense 

Shall you stalk me in my absence? 

Final Electrifying Performance before the Polls

The firebrand 

Sturm und Drang poet turned 

Pol knew he had them 

Eating out of his hands when 

Their brows were singed 

By a tumultuous clap 

Of thunder. 

Nuff Said

He wanted to snuff 

Death out 

Of his nostrils.