Manifest Destiny, Plain As Day

What looks 

Fair and square does 

Not always turn out 

To be what it should be— 

 

Which is why 

I reckon that 

Cowpuncher’s driving 

Just cattle and not 

 

Buffalo, right Bill?

 

 

Prayer Of An Incurable Nostalgic Greek Optimist

“It often seems to me that it is better to be asleep than to find yourself without companions 

And insist so. And what can you do in this state of suspense, what say? I do not know. 

And what is the use of poets in a mean spirited time?” 

 

--Friedrich Hoelderlin, (quoted by George Seferis at the beginning of Log Book 1, Roderick Beaton translation.) 

 

After yet another oppressive 

Day, what with Covid-19 

 

And a society and government— 

Dare I say world?— 

 

In apparent disarray, to wake up 

In the dead of night, say 

 

Four-thirty, and remain transfixed 

There in the darkness unable 

 

To go back to sleep, anxious 

To witness one more glorious 

 

Morning unfolding slowly 

Its dawning 

 

Sheets of blinding light, 

Wide-eyed awake forever 

 

And ever before you 

To your dying day.

 

Haiku: Body Heat

Hut window frosty 

Warmth of your breathless breathing 

 

Steaming opaque glass. 

 

 

 

Plea Bargaining: A Confession Of Sorts

Ok, you win— 

I did it, I killed 

The one thing I loved most 

In the world—my self, 

 

Though it was not so 

Hard as you might think— 

I just had to snuff out 

The distaste deep down 

 

I felt for those who kept on 

Reminding me how 

Pleasant it would be 

To live without 

 

Someone like me.

 

 

 

Goldbrickers' Haiku

We don’t need no more 

Ejucation, just more and 

More holes in the wall.