No Bed of Roses

Each morning I ask myself if I’m awake, 
And each night I lie in bed sleeping on it. 

The Ultimate Notebook Poem

Try to write down everything 
You see—not enough time? 
 . 

Write down all that 
You can remember 
 . 

And then try 
To remember what 
. 

You forgot—no need 
To write it all down 
. 

The first time round 
Or the second 
 . 

Or the third 
And so on 
. 

Ad infinitum— 
It’ll all come back 
. 

To you when you see 
Everything becoming 
. 

A blank in due time
Next time round.

Seeing is Believing

It’s true, Narcissus— 
Even the reeds up- 
Right in the water look 
To be bending over 
For a closer look; 
But look again— 
Is it going 
To be the same 
Stream tomorrow? 

Driven Senseless by Pro Aris Et Focis

This solid citizen heeded the hallowed 
Call of the strait and narrow once 
Too often and ended up crazed 

And racing like a rat down a maze 
Of cheesy halls straight up against 
One hollow chintzy wall after another. 

In Lieu of a New Year's Poem

Oh, dear— 

Hard to find 
Something new 

To write about 
Each coming year 

When it grows old and dear 
And goes before you 

Come to know it, dear.