fish sticks

Fish Sticks
1-2-09


It is hard for me to kick against the pricks
Yet it is easy to yet dine on generic frozen fish sticks
Took down the smoke detector
So it would not sound amiss
As I can think of many things
That go better than this
And it is good to taste the things
As children we yet tried
As a man rediscovers facilities
Wherein he once laughed and cried
Got my new gas stove
To serve as inspiration to yet look
As I abound in the flesh of fish
Even when nothing is on my hook
Fish sticks are a simple meal
That even a child can discern
As in these dining inventions
We still have much to learn...










Rhymes To Slip
1-2-09


Wait too long to write your rhyme
And the gist and the grasp will slip your mind
On my hands I'm glad to have my precious time
Reflecting on the day I thought was the end
When all nine planets were aligned
Clusters of artificial sweetener
Sweeter than what is said to be authentic and real
I count my blessing to find a small table
Putting not confidence in what I feel
Tall cup of joe
So little time
So much to know....




















Nice-Nellyism
1-2-09


Nice-Nellyism
Excessive modesty
I was given the advice
To take the credit as it is given
True to myself
May it be self requited honesty
As to new highways in my mind I am driven
Prudishness and euphemism
Skirt around our differences to bridge the schism
Came out here by faith
To get what I need
While Mother Earth is still asleep
Rather have the jitters than the blue devils
In land locked seas dark and deep
I maintain humility
In new writing styles
Make my transition
From listlessness to agility
I walk in my new pair of shoes
To break them in on my next mile...










Constrained, Restrained
1-2-09


I steal a table
I take my chances
Read again of how Cain slew Abel
To learn new literary and scriptural dances
Be here Now
Shift into a lower gear
Yet I look ahead to my next trip to the shore
In pursuits for games and beer
My vocabulary won't help me
In a crossword puzzle
Yet under restraints and checks
Of the bit, the bridle, and the muzzle
I bushwhack through berry bramble bushes
Sometimes in order to get to the fruit
You are pricked by the thorn
As still the mystery of iniquity remains
Have we lived before we were born....


















Ponder
1-2-09


Ponder over what you read
don't try to become wise in haste
Feed your head
Give something back in sowing your seed
Look for a hidden nature trail
To make your way closer to the door and chaste
Books strewn out at a table at the coffee house
I make my appearance of an autistic idiot savant
The groom is patiently waiting for his spouse
Ghosts that linger and tarry
Need new houses to yet haunt
Take your time
Write your rhyme
Go to the donut shop
Take a bite out of crime
Ponder and meditate
Yet do not be in a hurry
It will not add one cubit to your stature
To take thought or care in worry
God feeds the birds in his own time...










Get Back Up
1-2-09


A good man won't stay down
He stumbles to get back up
Seventy times seven times
I give of myself
Not expecting my golden crown
Saving up my quarters, dollars and dimes
Guinness money, pinball windfall
stepping out on faith to leave the comfort of my wall
Thirty dollar investment in sweet wine
two thousand nine
Still doing quite fine
Can't keep a good man down for long
As we suppose that we can learn
What is right from wrong
There is much to be said of nowhere
Were the words to another nihilistic song....