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going to hell, pt. 1

February 28, 2018

many years ago tonight
darkness as my only light
did i steal away to hell
but till now, did never tell

witness to a private game
one whose most disturbing aim
did the players, stranger still
use to toy with human will

death, the devil, and a kid
each picked names and placed a bid
marked their arrows with a seal
meant to consecrate their deal

and upon this wicked pact
each performed a sacred act
till the kid, now winged and blind
was these arrows so assigned

i might not have ever learned
what this little game concerned
but that night, he shot me through
i saw him, and he shot you

that’s the night that we first met
so not fate, but cupid’s bet
brought us love so long ago
though i never told you so

yes, i knew it was a lie
and knew how – although not why
but i wanted what it bought
with no care for what it wrought

never thinking once of you
or the pain you might go through
till tonight, a single tear
proves its price too high, too dear

and my sin, i do confess
one of seeking to possess
what is never truly owned
but, through love, is simply loaned

death, i think, you win the bet
hell, take me and my regret
save what cupid earned in part
what remains of my sad heart


how i saved valentine’s day

February 12, 2018

and so here i was with the goddess of love
having been invited – no doubt by the devil
to debate the merits of this february holiday
which venus now considered an abomination

the problem is, she said, cupid drinks too much
and valentine, he just doesn’t care anymore
he thinks it’s funny, all these mismatches
what’s done on this day is an absolute disgrace

i had to disagree, having already bought flowers
i thought a card and candy was a very nice idea
you know, a way to tell someone they’re special
without saying too much, sort of ‘break the ice’

‘break the ice’? she sneered, what a pitiful term
do you want the girl? would you not profess it?
if you like someone, if you want something
speak to your desire with passionate words!

i had to explain such behavior was improper
women are not ‘girls’ or spoken to that way
and decency, and civility, were the new order
replacing the oft abusive conduct of the past

oh dear god, i didn’t say assault the girl…
i said speak to her…and with some intention!
are you saying no one does that anymore?
no wonder cupid is drinking so heavily today

candidly, i was inclined to agree with her
but her accusatory tone so provoked me
my mind raced to humanity’s first impulse
and a surprising defense of modern mores

in the midst of it all, i found myself moved
ably illustrating the potential power of words
of that unsolicited, unwanted message
on the life, spirit, and ambitions of another

venus stood intently silent as i outlined my case
upon my conclusion, she seemed near tears
which flowed freely – as she burst into laughter
so violently, she nearly choked trying to respond

enough, she finally said, you can keep your day
but let’s be clear – your clever ‘wording’ aside
this price you set, and pay, for words themselves
it suggests the gift of language is lost on you

it is not the words – it is their ideas that matter
you prize the symbols, but miss their meaning
if i insult you for who you are, what is that?
is it not an admission i fear you may be more?

yes, i will concede some ideas are dangerous
but the danger lies in the speaker’s small mind
and in the actions of the equally small-minded
love is not small, it is infinite, and it prevails

while her speech was truly mesmerizing
the point, of course, is that i saved the day
or maybe that my original opinion was correct
or whatever you say when bested by a goddess

and goddess she was – a stunning ageless beauty
which i tried to overlook, or avoid drooling over
but now, debate completed, i was falling apart
“so…well…i…i have these flowers for you…”

introspectus universum

November 16, 2017

nothing is true till everything is
so gravity’s glue’s is now failing
leaving us all to rant at the stars
as if they were gods unavailing

possessed of the fruit, we tear at its root
by picking the bones of our brothers
willingly blind to its intertwined vine
except where it’s wrapped around others

like pitiful fools, we consecrate rules
to portion infinity’s bounty
leveling fields where everyone’s yield
would otherwise suit them quite proudly

a misguided course away from the source
of all intention and wisdom
till equal for all means equally small
reducing us all to mere victims

the cat in the hat takes a bat

September 29, 2017

i did not need your grief today
i do not need it any day
i wanted you to go away
and leave me here in peace

yet you remained, despite my plea
continuing to torture me
too ignorant or lost to see
my seething rage increase

you stupid, worthless, soulless thing
satan breeds less suffering
than your incessant yammering
still nothing made you cease

so this is what you made me do
it wasn’t what i wanted to
but warranted to silence you
as i advised police

sally the serf

August 8, 2017

sally the serf says
the kingdom’s gone mad
the lords are all crazy
the kings are all bad

sally the serf says
the hordes at the gate
can still be held back
but not if we wait

sally the serf says
we need to be fair
be decent, be kind
and show that we care

so sally the serf
she’s formed a commission
to study what’s wrong
and take a position

sally the serf says
we might need a rule
one tougher on nobles
who act harsh or cruel

but sally, oh, sally
what noble will pass
an act to police
its own ruling class?

perhaps, my dear sally
the answer instead
lies in the wisdom
of what you first said

sally, so decent
if you are just you
perhaps some will learn
to do as you do

and sally, if not
don’t worry at all
for when the hordes come
the nobles will fall


July 26, 2017

she probably thinks we’ve done more for her
than she could possibly have done for us
she’s like that; so focused on work and others
completely unaware of her own presence

a once naïve girl, still full of faith and awe
she talks tougher now, but her heart is the same
and she thanks us for making her a better lawyer
when, in truth, it is she who made us better

better for the full account of her contribution
a contribution far beyond her role as talented colleague
beyond her long hours, her willing assistance
or the smiles and laughter that accompanied them

for in learning her craft, she was nearly exuberant
wide-eyed, full of enthusiasm for new challenges
she was overwhelmed by a sense of pride in our work
as well as the best she saw in each of us

her mood, her attitude, so absolutely infectious
it lifted us, almost if by accident, to our best selves
inspiring us to pursue the lofty goals we once had
as if all we wanted was to be how she envisioned us

her counsel, a mixture of humor and invention
could challenge our constitutional conscience
as easily as it could leave us in fits of hysteria
(but each in accord with its need at the time)

having gone as far as she can with us, she leaves
a bright light drawn to a promising future
and though we can say we helped fuel that light
in the end, it has forever altered our vision

my new courthouse: a tragic comedy*

June 25, 2017

i hope someone got kickbacks
that fraud, and graft, and guilt
at least explain to some degree
how this damn thing got built

this monument to justice
whose walkway to our courts
requires ropes and pulleys
and sherpas with supports

whose hurricane strength windows
if not some exit doors
were clearly put in backward
cause when it rains, it pours

unless, of course, there’s fire
and one should need the stairs
sadly, few have access
the rest, i guess, have prayers

they claim alarms will open
the stairs and doors now locked
but if that’s true, assailants too
can reach the folks they’ve stalked

as can the angry claimant
who’s now a demonstrator
after waiting half a day
to get an elevator

or perhaps the felon
on trial, unrestrained
who’s thinking of new ways
his goal might be attained

for nothing here is solid
the place is paper thin
the walls, the desks, the fixtures
are barely more than skin

yes, it’s green, how wonderful
to see the lights go out
when they decide you’re finished
cause you don’t jump about

now the pipes are leaking
it’s flooded down the hall
which means the mold we fled from
will catch us after all

well, at least we had some time
to draw a weary breath
before this latest screw-up
returned the threat of death

*inspired, in part, by actual events


June 6, 2017

what’s this spider on my wall?
is it dangerous at all?
do i kill it? let it be?
is the choice what’s best for me?
better safe than sorry, right?
and if one comes tomorrow night?

he was a bear

March 30, 2017

fuzzy wuzzy was a bear
lost a bet and shaved his hair
six months later, still left bare
he went out for clothes to wear

fuzzy wuzzy found a store
filled with furs like he once wore
hats, and belts, and so much more
just the place he need explore

fuzzy wuzzy walked in nice
seeking nothing but advice
help with style, size, and price
would, in fuzzy’s mind, suffice

fuzzy wuzzy was struck numb
when a clerk, confused and dumb
asked the bear if he knew some
of the place where furs come from

fuzzy wuzzy, had not had
but he learned, and then got mad
what the bear did next was bad
leaving many clerks quite sad

fuzzy wuzzy was a bear
even if he had no hair
guess the clerk just didn’t care
till ol’ fuzzy made him fare

understanding dinosaurs

March 22, 2017

we dinosaurs are big
our steps lumber
and our voices boom

but we’re not really mean
just difficult
or often confused

we try to talk, to tweet
text emojis
and pix on snapchat

but we’re not very good
our eyes are old
and our fingers, slow

still, we remember things
like privacy
civil rights, world wars

and standing up to fear
ours and others
for shared principles

able, still, to give our lives
(or what’s left of them)
for these gifts you enjoy

so, be patient with us
some use remains
as dangers likewise

we’ll be fossils soon enough
a resource, one last time
in, and as long, as our wisdom