Dedication

Well, here’s to that

Spunky little green stink
Bug that just upped

And clinked down dead on my laptop,
Kayoed by the treacherous light,

With me in blind pursuit
Of one more sweet-smelling,

Charming moving deathless line—
Oh dear lifeless little bugger, thanks

For taking the time,
For stopping me short

But not quite smack in time,
Sorry for this too,

Too precious rhyme.

Pearls of Wisdom

Here by the water’s edge,
Listening to what the sea brings,

I know deep down
Even a grain of sand sings

Wondrous things.

Definitive Edition

definitions leave

wavering minds

motion less

Incendiary

In that instant inflammatory
Something-on-your-mind,

One thought keeps
Burning through

The darkness, nothing
To be left behind.

Recent Links [Updated 11.30 pm]

Recently Linked—Definitely Not Lemmings #16: It's a pleasure to welcome Noxalio as a new follower of Vazambam—follow the links to these two interesting blogs:
Noxalio and noxpix.

[11.30 update, Definitely Not Lemmings #17: Aleksandra joins us from Holland; she is an artist and has two blogs, one here and another here. Thank you, Aleksandra!]

My thanks to William Michaelian for dedicating his drawing titled A Man Named Nobody to yours truly.

And lest I forget, thanks to Conrad DiDiodato who graciously added Vazambam to his blog list!

Wake-up Call

A blind man sang this song.

*

In my mind’s eye, I saw
A man named Nobody
Drive a red-hot stake of green
Olive-wood into the single
Drunken, bloodshot eye
Of a sleeping giant,
Twisting it until it hissed,
And the giant’s eye shot out
Blood and clearly saw
No longer.

*

Aye, my wandering companions,
The mind’s eye is in deed
A wondrous place,
But not for sleeping,
Stuporous giants.

Quiddity, As in Kraken

A super-duper

Squid up from the depths
Is what the id could be

Should the tentacles
Of the ego

Let it go.