What's In A Poem?

It's only words
What one makes of it
Might as well be up to the birds
As long as I ask myself "For this life, what have I to show?"
I Hope. I Think. I Know.

Friday Lay

I gotta have a lay
In the sand
Warm and dry like the land
Mother Earth's hand 
Closes upon me like a vice
I feel nothing to despise.

Fashion Is Not My Passion

Fashion seems pointless
Why does anybody care 
This cut, that fabric, that dress
Covers up what was once truthful and bare
Layers of apparent meaning infused through division
Branding and pleated infusion
You choose between La Moda heels and Jimmy Choo flats
I'm choosing one of De Bono's Thinking Hats.

Transformation Leakage

Optimus Prine always has time
Saving the world from 9 to 9
And a overall cool dude
The rest of the time.

Motion Sickness

We're moving through time and space. Trying to find a place to stay
Just so that we may
Newton First Law is right
It's hard to stop for the night,
Try hard as we might.

One Too Fenny

Fenny Fenny Fenny 
I think I've had too many
When I see the sunset at 4 PM
I know I've exceeded the Fenny-per-diem.

Better Left Unsaid

I speak in tongues
Misunderstood but by one
To whose benefit
Communication undone.