Vain Ionian Mode

 

Light-washed columns 

Of plain and simple truths
Out of the blue— 

Nothing like it in this world
Made to order 

For the likes of me and you. 

 

 

In A Bind: Gaza And The Three Wise Monkeys

Thus what bound them
Together remained 

Forever unspoken, known only
To a blind, deaf, select few 

Who knew all too well how
To keep their mouths shut. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dark Poetry (By Candlelight)

You’ll do fine
By it—just remember 

To approach
It with caution, 

Even though
That unsettling flickering on 

And off that refuses
To keep still and let itself be 

Snuffed out does not look
As threatening 

As the quickening shadows
It keeps on casting.

 

Not-So-Moving Ephemeral Collectibles

 

All the junk we thought
We needed on the way, 

But with nothing
Lasting of value beyond 

A precious uncertain morrow
Every day. 

 

 

Pearlies Of Wisdom

Believe me,
Nothing to believe in is
Nothing to sneer at— 

Just think zilch
And you’ll see how
Grim it is to grin, 

And your curling upper
Lip unable to bear it
By tucking it in.