The Left Column

     
  This is not your page.
    Get over it.
  If I think you will agree
    I'll change my opinion 
   just to screw with you.
  What mask will I be wearing 
                        today?
 What business of it is yours 
             to what to know that?
 that is not the reason you are 
                        crazy . . .


  If you are well, then be well.
     you don't need me to say it.
   But if you don't think you are well
        get well.

  be well.
     get well.
 screw the poetry.


Politics for Poets
In the afternoon
The sun comes through.

  Poets loath politics because
 they don't like nooses and
   they don't like being shot.
 
  don't heed me here, this is blog-snot.
    you must have more important
           things to do but if not . . .
    I lead by example
    the philosophy of 
        being above the ground
    and if you stand in the rain
       go inside.

   But they point to some spot on a map
     and tell you what went on there.
    Do you think that they are lying?
     Are you supposed to have an answer for them?
  Do you have anything to say about the horrers
    that you read about if you search the web at all.

  It's all out there for you to find
      whatever you want to find.
  Poet's dream world is unkind
    when the world wants to be.

  Ya, they say, it's always war somewhere
     for the warriors.
  Crusade is only just within your own mind.
   The self-jihad is the only real ones sanctioned
      by the adult mind.

     Both words are crude and laiden with
         meaning most fowl for what it conjours up . . .
    a thought that we ought not have thought 
       I thought, you thought, I forgot.
  Hope no one gets shot.
     this is just blog snot.

  This is just blog snot that I am putting out here
                             on this day.
    Is this a prayer that the troubles of the world
                          will go away?

  Serenity of sky,
      no contrails against the heavens,
    no sonic booms to wake a baby
     may this be granted everywhere.

snow on roofs in Vermont
Winter, 2011.
Circa the Conneticuit River, 
White River Junction, VT