Prescription: Just two a day

Ever since doctor
Williams stole a cold plum- (yum!)
I take more than one.













Image By Nishimura Goun (1877 - 1938) (Japanese) (Painter, Details of artist on Google Art Project) [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

You again

Why would you be
looking here
when you should be
looking
somewhere else

There you go again
anywhere
but furthermore
and curiosity does not
have nine chances
to land on a point
where you find
yourself
here
again

Still
stop wasting another line
It will always be here
nevermore
than at its worst
a waste of-
a treasure of-
private epiphany
helium to some.

Anyway, today is the day
you stop.
And now
it is an insult
to see you watching these words
fly away-
don't check-
yet-
they lie
unrecognizable by eyes
other than yours

How you can see
not all the words are empty-
but half full-
of themselves,
it is beyond further explanation.
You know what I would say.




Image By Internet Archive Book Images, described as Life of James McNeill [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.

A chain linked fence

Galvanized tendons twist
to form diamonds uncut
steel.
Roughly transparent in
semipermeable static lines,
electrified when more than it
is.
Keep in the bad,
holy cells skewed of
graphed locking turns,
sideways squares that we see
thru.
Holding red cup circles,
as a symbol that means
heart pushing thru
with
crimson aura.
A link between sides
that were never a
part.
Kept inside shapes,
diamonds tilted sideways squares
holding red circle cups there
to share a cold heart, locked,
barbed bivalve and by block-
nearly far enough to-
gather.



Image By Evan-Amos (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.

Lunar Landing

Thē clouds cleared
a hole to see
a place behind beckoning thee

She stares up there
at thē crescent moon
hung on beams
like a porch swing
an empty place
to sit and reflect

on thē
storms that pass over
We see
anew
day
a new way

Thē night will not last
forever
it is already a part of the past

thē lunar light illuminates
All of her shrouded secrets
never
before it dawns
on us
all the while
we slept
we wept
the moon was reflecting

over thee.

Image By NASA of Crescent Earth from our moon in the foreground (http://spaceflight.nasa.gov/gallery/) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Only a child

An Only Child
sounds like
the First Lady
or entitled like
the Prodigal Son.
These are American
moniker things-
names with rings.

Siblings
sounds so simpatico
but No-
As you know,
they do not fit
in one
two syllable word
like peas in a pod
and odd numbers.

Two many people
Tango too close
to call it
Immaculate-yet
they still dance away,
as though they were center stage
and a child is
their understudy.

The Only Child
has a stunt doubles chance
in hell,
They are the fall guy,
which is why
sisters are nuns with a habit and
brothers are bros with a swagger.

Individually sold,
they are marked down
and mislabeled
which happens
to
only 

children.




Image of painting called Siblings2 (1930) by Paul Klee [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Castle: A fortress for thought

There is a monumental metaphor

Castle, it is called.

Fortified by its brick wall,

im-mortal and un-mortared-bits

rectangled pixels and adobe loaves

Stacked smooth and asymmetrical

hump, bump, stump, rumples

a little in the middle

It's shadowed likeness 

stands subversively

asserting its compacted artillery

under pressure, balanced between

weight and state, rectangle for

wreck-tangle.

Look

past the wall

A book 

mistook 

A meta for

its frontispiece

Building Blocks by Blake

A fortress for thought. 

This poem was composed with the image of the art exhibit created by Jorge Mendez Blake called 'Castle' where a wall of bricks visually demonstrates the effect of a single book, in this piece the book utilized was of course, Castle by F. Kafka.

Image By Otoomet, Alūksne Castle, remains of the eastern wall of the convent building, from inside. (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Pry-mordial

Where I have been
Distracted, reactive, cantankerous, aloof
or Icy
I am stuck-hear-the-dis-jointed-inter-up-
ted propositions, twisted and wrenched
all wrong
In-
side-
re-flective, remembering, re-mind-ing
all the while pointing
else-where
I have seen
annihilation
and simply tried to copy-carbon-to smoky
mirrors-crystal-
eyes
fractured sensical seeking more meaning
where I
conserve which is absorb
nothing and all mergers of mass
swallowed hole,
spinning in-
ward In
It-self-full
starring
celest-
ial
hear
I
am
cen-trip-et-al(l)
condensed
at the core
until semblance is no more
protracted, re-fracted-de-
toured
where I am lost
a-
gain.
This is only a distant memory.



Image By X-Ray (blue): NASA / CXC / D. Hudson, T. Reiprich et al. (AIfA); Radio (pink): NRAO / VLA/ NRL (http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap100314.html) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Info: "What's happening in the middle of this massive galaxy? There, two bright sources at the center of this composite x-ray (blue)/radio (pink) image are thought to be co-orbiting supermassive black holes powering the giant radio source 3C 75. Surrounded by multimillion degree x-ray emitting gas, and blasting out jets of relativistic particles the supermassive black holes are separated by 25,000 light-years. At the cores of two merging galaxies in the Abell 400 galaxy cluster they are some 300 million light-years away. Astronomers conclude that these two supermassive black holes are bound together by gravity in a binary system in part because the jets' consistent swept back appearance is most likely due to their common motion as they speed through the hot cluster gas at 1200 kilometers per second. Such spectacular cosmic mergers are thought to be common in crowded galaxy cluster environments in the distant universe. In their final stages the mergers are expected to be intense sources of gravitational waves."Source-Wikimedia above.