ray through clouds: October 2007

nuclear origami round delay (a recycled poem from the-hold)

atomic this and
modern that I heard.

baseball cards and marbles,
hula hoops and yoyos,

bikes with banana seats
made me forget

those blasts and winds and mushrooms on tv
until dreamtime.

nagasakidoom, hiroshimamadness
and new mexico erupting underground.

those guys in the snow in a place called Korea.
the ever constant threat.

years rolled down hills of youth
to places between rocks and hard places.

uptights of catholic schools
and private academies

were strange enough,
and then the whole world came shuddering in.

those mushrooms billowing,
waking with queasy gut,

years unfolding in dread.
ok, reverse the origami

through to middle age
where now I am.

revisiting now and again
worries of private whackos

who'll somehow find a way
to access a nuclear device.

they could change all that we know
before we know it.

somehow,here I am full circle feeling
those nukes of childhood.

harvest ku

vines turn red rust gold
wave to bleak slate dripping skies
vintners race bunch rot

flocks in wolfs clothing

your multitasking techno tools
have thrown your towels all in
filling hours with lectro movements
and screens with cursed art trends
the doorways too seldom pass you
those prisoners of programs and walls
grounds wait for all our footsteps
skies unseen hold mute birdcalls

your socks are soiled and threadbare
as sandals ignored fill with dust
your hair’s some brand new color
‘cause your iron will’s full of rust
the digital clock hums on nightstand
makes no ticking as time flies
handless pointing to fleeting hours
while taxes pay for violent lies
believed by only those who uttered them
who take the toll and greed smooth cries
and the masses bleed to pay the piper
bleating softly through wolf guise

(wrote this after hearing Procol Harum's "Homburg" this afternoon)