Ala Rilke

Ala Rilke
9-25-17

Catching up with the sunray sinking
Given my gift of free thinking
If you say so, the devil's voice so whispers
Hanging and haunting with quiet desperation
As even the Irish say and the want of the grill to cook dogs and burgers
And I thought I had something more to say
Remembering the colors of the trees at home again
I like to be here when I can
You say it's deep
As a neighbor cleans out his attic
In the future a la Rilke
Tolling on an iron bell
And today get my milk...




O, Dear Dream
9-25-17

O, dear dream I catch in my net
I toss her back into the sea lest I forget
Weeping for Milton's mute wonder
And today I have a morning of it
Like plunder while Beulah is evermore
Created not to be hated
Like an ego inflated with issues long-standing
Given a better understanding of these things that come and go
In everyone's knowledge our common sense
Money talks and says goodbye
And those Sketches are real in the way we think and feel
You swore to that and to the rest...