Forgotten the daily solitaireNow the 21 day streakis lost foreverIt doesn’t getany worse than that April 22, 2025 SGL Brunswick, ME
Category: Poetry
Here is a collection of various poems spanning the last five years. Among these are a few from decades ago
Beard
Grandson running his hand over the stubble ofMy closely shorn gray beard I was once 21 six years later I was 27 A lot happened, back thenSometimes, InsomniacalI count up from my earliest memories 3 years old and the Honeydew bridgeWashing away behind the Mercury wagonThe last car over the river It starts there my memories Yes,…
True Grist
We are walking toward the meat grinder The good meat grinder the One that will help usEnd all our troubles The Grinder equals freedom Believe … Trust is everything Just around the next cornerLife itself is a whispered promise of deathOh look, free puppies March 22, 2025 SGL Brunswick, ME
Floater
Was it a fault of my eye?A pin point light floating Across the bedroom wall ora quantum collapse a radiant black hole a gateway to the multiverse a glitch in the simulation?After a few seconds meandering leisurely 10 feet away across the space at the foot of the bed it slowly dissipates Into the void,…
Waiting Tank
Strange to identify with the lobsters In the bubbling aquarium tank in the supermarket aisle Claws bound by rubber bands barely movingNo way to resist Soon to beeaten by the rich“Too bad We had to throw outthe Lobster ThermidorMr. Richland was taken illwith a gout flare up againDon’t you know”The quantum computer has now calculated the newest God…
Elder
I am not aging gracefully It is a painful slow thing Unlike my vision This is very clearOld “friends” are distant coldThe loneliness of snow has a beautiful white sheenThe sun’s peculiar Winter brightness Hurts eyes that refuse to focus These deep soft painsIn every joint Remind me of Transcendence Every day The vision of…
Blue Star
“And I will strangle that blue star”He was saying“What is he going on about, now?” We all thoughtHis hands reaching for the sky“I will pull it down and strangle the life out of It”He was saying in a strange distant voice“And why would you be doing that?” We asked confused“It never came to help me…
Subma Dream
We waited by the Banks of the Deep CanalWaiting for the Submarine That would save us allIt was then thatThousands of DucksOf all types came from nowhere and alighted on the Water on either end of the narrow ChannelAfter a few noisy minutes They all took to the sky In a Magnificent MurmurationWe all knew…
Languid Flowers, floating
From a text (a note to help the prosaic wonderer):“No worries part of the buried joke (actually making fun of Joyce ) LOL Here’s the background: The prostitute Nora Barnacle masturbated the young James Joyce under a bridge, she became his muse. It was their first date, and Nora thought it a way of keeping…
Long View
(across the mire) Out the orifice it spews Chunky Full of the undigested The putrid odor It brings forthEnvy for the deadWaiting for a golden sleepThere is nothing left But to eschew these mechanisms these repulsionsand embrace the tide of timeEngaged in listening to the wonderful majesty of the bog as it digests this refuseslowly…